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I'm beginning to worry that important, hard fought aspects of myself are eroding away from external forces that are (and have been) everpresent, only now I no longer know how to fight, or how to hold onto the things I value. It doesn't feel like an opportunity for growth or a fear of change, just of loss that's hard to stop.

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I don't see you regularly, or even at all any more, and that's a damned shame. Yours was a presence that was always surprising in the degree to which it was positive, additive, and multifaceted. Out of a certain culture, you seemed the most well rounded and self aware, even though that seemed to be troubling at times. From what I can tell, you're happy, which only seems right.

on work

I'm always very interested in hearing about another's work, whatever it may be. I'm using the term here to indicate that to which they devote their energy, enthusiasm, and time, what gets that sparkle in their eye when it's opened up, what gets them wound up in a good way even to talk about. For some lucky people, this is their job/career, and I'm way happier for them than I am envious. For others, it's a calling, an outside interest, a hobby, an endless project, what have you. No matter what it is, I like hearing about it, because it's what makes people who they are, I think, or at least more who they are.

What I'm starting to realize, though, is that I don't know what my work is. There are things about which I obssess and/or can't ignore, but that's a more negative valence than what I'm after. Surely I've got work... don't I?

(no subject)

original:

Don't assume I'm like you.
Don't assume I'm not.

revision:

Don't assume they're just like you.
Don't assume you're nothing like them.