Open letter to the rest of my life

[flexagon]

Dear The Rest of My Life,

there are reasons I can't be sorry for how things are right now. I wish I could explain to you how fast I'm learning, how every day or two I feel neural connections slamming into place. How just a week ago today I felt the hand-to-hand feeling I now call The Zip, and then tonight my base and I got Apache Helicopter for the first time. Yes, this:

How we were curious about reverse spider roll, and so tonight we did version 1, then version 2 with a pop, then version 3 with a bigger pop (I mean, it's not clean yet but we did get three in a row) and added a death drop into it for fun and dubbed the result "Quattro". Who the hell learns that fast? We do, right now. I don't even know what I love more, my own learning or the learning things along with people... there's nothing quite like a shared victory.

I could use more rest, my day job could use more attention, and one day I will feel the pain of losing this, but carpe annum!

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[flexagon]

Hee! Nope, I swear I'm not that badass, not alone. There is something going on in Boston like a perfect storm of the right people, the right time, the right weather, the right energy.

The boys are going away for the weekend so I might actually get some recovery time in, next... :)