It’s been such a long time since I last wrote anything here (blame the whole ____load of work that’s been coming in; hint: sounds like “ship”) that I’m suddenly all self-conscious about it.
It reminds me of a period of my life where I used to wear running shorts all the time. I wore them in camp (i.e. army camp — I was serving national service at that time); at home; occasionally when I sent out for short food trips; and, of course, for runs.
Then for some reason I stopped. For four months.
Then I tried them again.
“Wow, your pants are sexy,” exclaimed my dad, unused to how I looked in them having not been in them for so long.
It’s been almost ten years since.
Since that statement.
Since I last wore my sexy short running shorts.
I suppose though, that there is one difference between my writing after a long absence and my wearing running shorts.
If someone said my words were sexy, it’d probably be 10 seconds before I wrote my next.
I love to read and write. Professionally, data science, technology, and sales ops are my thing. In my non-professional life, I aspire quite simply to be a good person, and encourage others to do the same. For those who care, I test as INFJ/INTJ (55/45?) in the MBTI.