Yesterday was 56 orbits celebrated by spending the day how it typically would be: though skipped the gym (an early start on the celebrations the night before as we watched Detroit leave the door open for Cleveland in the ALDS), then bike to work along the Charles River Basin, then a meetup with Andi at the newly opened Shawmut Inn for cocktails followed by pizza and beer with Natalie at the apartment. We smoked a little on the patio, lights through the trees, laughing and remarking how extraordinary this moment of living together in Boston is. David is solid in WI, his own man. I feel so incredibly lucky. When asked what my wish was when blowing out the candles last night, it was “more of the same.”
I’ve been working on equanimity for a few years now, more lately with the prospect of political unrest in the coming months. I’m enamored with AI even if I think it will do more harm than good. I’ve been biking and working out a lot this year, as fit as my drinking will allow. I’ve lost friends because of my introversion and self-centeredness and avoidance and I’m bummed out about it but somehow unable or unwilling to do anything to fix these things in myself. I have a super interesting job that gives me a close-up view of the very latest advancements in human genome editing. I fret and worry every day about the impact of climate change, and believe if there’s anything I might do for work in retirement, it would be to join up with some mitigation effort. I love Andi and the kids to the point where there doesn’t seem to be much of a point beyond them.
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