A night at the High Dive

I managed to make it out to see Tim and his band, though they ended up going on well after midnight. I'm glad I did, as I ran in to an old friend from Write Image who I hadn't seen since I left more than a year and a half ago. She said what everyone says to me these days, that I look incredibly happy. It makes me remember how miserable I was.

I’ve made a great deal of changes since then. I’ve lost a lot of weight that I gained after my last accident. But more than that, I think that people’s reactions are a statement to the internal changes I’ve made. I’m pursuing something I’m passionate about. And although the freelance writing I’m doing now still has its challenges, it’s a world away from the environment I left.

Seeing Trika, however, also reminded me of how different it was when I started, when there were only a few of us. I’ve never worked in a place where I respected the people more. Come to think of it, some of my dearest friends are from Write Image. We've all moved on and most of us are much happier. I know now that meeting these people was my reason for being there.

Back to the show. It was a lot of fun, and I did stay until closing time.

Dancing with B., I had more fun than I've had in a while. I had one of those moments that I wish I could freeze and carry around with me. It was pure joy, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him happier.