but confirm that impression I get at this time of year. Such moments are ripe for coincidence and happy convergence. And, at a great party I went to (but hadn’t planned to attend) at about 2am I’d made my way to the kitchen past a steamy dance floor and was chatting with a guy I don’t know too well, but who’s among the very first people I met when I first moved to Montreal for college. And who should appear, completely out of the blue, but one of my oldest friends – you might really say a sister, in a way – who lives in Vancouver. When you’re in your early thirties there aren’t many people in the world that you’ve known for over 25 years, but there she was at this party on Park Avenue. And more than that – her background and experience fits very closely with part of this odd plan I’ve been cooking up over the past couple of months. Hmmm.
Archives for January 2001
to everyone. I get a little anticipatory at this time of year. Not anxious, really, but I get this feeling that it’s all ready to unfold before me. It’s a lot like a ski race (I used to do a lot of alpine ski racing), when you’re in the gate and the starter calmly says, “racer ready…” You know what’s coming in a general sense – but none of the details – and you have a second or two to calm the brain to prepare. It’s all about to come at you, faster than you might wish sometimes, and certainly differently than you predicted or planned. But it’s not a moment of fear or trepidation – it’s a moment of possibility, pregnant with potential. For me, New Year’s Day is like that – and this year in particular. More than ever, I feel I know where I want to be. I have a plan, and I think I have the experience and the tools to make it happen.