... are the day you're born and the day you find out why.
It's been so long since my last update that I don't even think I can apologize for not updating for so long. It's quarter after three on a Friday and I'm in that exhausted, end-of-my-rope, super honest place that usually means the very last thing you should do is write a public blog post. But here I am.
I've reached an interesting conundrum. Since we talked last I've landed what I might describe as a dream job for me (not 'the' dream job, no such thing, but 'a' dream job for sure), working in community health and wellness, on the ground, in the trenches (kind of ), doing things and making change and transforming whatever I can transform up here. I've been doing this job for a month and half now and every day I see more and more of how much work there is to do here and how much I want to do that work. Ironically, and here's where the conundrum comes in, I've also been working on a medical school application that I've been focusing on, for the past year or so, as the path to 'what I want to do with my life.' But now I'm faced with the idea of leaving Haida Gwaii for six years to do the work I want to do, despite the fact that the work I want to do is here, now. It leaves me unsure how to proceed.
In other news, I spent the summer crabbing, fishing, learning to shoot guns, driving standard, going surfing, picking wild berries and making way too much jam, camping, paddling, falling in love, growing food, building my home and my life, and just generally continuing in this breath-taking and unexpected transformation of myself. I think it's pretty much safe to say that every assumption I've ever made, every paradigm I've ever believed in, every belief I've ever held and every truth I've ever known has been changed in some way over the past nine months.
