At SeaTac Airport right now, waiting for a flight, 6AM, gate A13. United 566.
Going to see Emma.
At SeaTac Airport right now, waiting for a flight, 6AM, gate A13. United 566.
Going to see Emma.
I took a photo today, and I’m going to put the picture under the cut, and then talk about what it means to me. Which is pretty much the definition of ‘blogging’, I guess.
thinking about adding a facebook ‘like’-style button here, just for some feedback. Just randomly pondering.
There has been a huge change in my life in the past eight months, and I haven’t really talked about it at all. Part of it – a lot of it is the impostor syndrome. There’s a part of me that believes I don’t really deserve this change, and sometimes I feel really weird talking about it.
But if I’m going to fight this thing, then you know what? I have to talk about it. Because what happened to me is the best thing that has happened to me, ever, bar none.
What happened to me… is Emma.
Another part of the Fighting the Impostor process for me is this one: Watch your language.
I’ve been doing this. Well, working on this.