I'm not so bitter today. Really, the bitterness comes and goes and is usually well provoked. But today, I'm not so bitter.
Why, you ask?
I've just had a ridiculously busy and exhausting, but still incredibly enjoyable weekend in the vdot (which, I've realized, is just as much my home as the wonderful undot is). I never thought I'd admit it, but I like Vancouver.
No you don't. Surely, not the evil Vancouver!
You're right. I don't like Vancouver, I like East Vancouver. I like my neighborhood. I like the people that live there. There's not the slightest chance I'd ever live anywhere else in the city, but I'm beginning to wonder if I could actually do the UrbanPromise thing long-term. Shh, don't let the UP staff know, or I'll find out that stating the possibility on my blog is the same as signing a binding contract committing myself to a lifetime of service.
Since when is UrbanPromise on the list of long-term plans?
Since this weekend. Besides the executive director's eloquent, enticing and effective exhortation of the efficacy of UrbanPromise at this fall's fabulous fancy fundraiser (who loves thesarus.com?), something in the sermon at church today made me wonder if that's where I'm heading. Not so much a lifetime of service, but maybe a few years in the vdot wouldn't kill me. Sure does scare the crap out of me, though. But according to the aforementioned sermon, that might be ok.
At any rate, I'm not so bitter today as I was during the creation of the previous two posts. Heck, I'm even thinking of the future with some sort of hopeful expectancy. What more could a person want?
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