Blogwork is Homework is Good Work

 Hello, Gentle Reader,

   This blog has always been my way of sharpening my writing chops, or shaking off the rust of my laziness and trying to find my 'voice', as it were, online.  I know, Gentle Reader, that you often do not give feedback, and thats ok.  This space isn't meant as an ego-reach and any and all feedback regarding my posts is appreciated, often more than you might guess, but thats not why I write here.  

  Most of my drive and reasoning is the simple act of it.  Writing is healthy for the soul and great practice more than anything else, the more practice you put in, the better at it you get... or at least that's what I keep incessantly telling myself, forever hopeful that I am in fact getting 'better' as a writer, whatever that actually means.  I suppose my ability to project my voice comes down to you, Gentle Reader.  I hope you hear me and I am able to project the visuals and a sense of where I am, figuratively as well as literally.

  So, having said that, a quick little update.  Its been a week out here and Vancouver is pretty decent.  The work is all sorts of complicated in a brave new way I wasn't fully expecting and as nervous as I am about that, I'm also enjoying the sights and smells and experiences of the mountains out here as well as a small sampling of what the city has to offer.  I am working on downloading photos for the blog as well so hopefully that will brighten up the space and help you share the experience with me a little bit better than mere words being cast at you, Gentle Reader, from this clumsy hand.

  There is an odd comfort in continuity.  Knowing the same issues and challenges are facing me here that faced me in Winnipeg, work-wise, is oddly calming for me. I suppose it's the addage, The Devil you  know vs the Devil you don't.  I capitalized the word Devil intentionally, for anyone that cares, haha!  I am looking forward to exploring the city and getting closer to nature in the next while, as my hotel is smack dab in the centre of urban-sprawlsville and I didn't bring my vehicle on this first 28 day block of work, not sure what I would be dealing with for space and living quarters and such.  Next block I think I'm driving up, just alot easier for work access as well as visiting some folks around the city and on the island.  I'm focused on the job but my spare time I really do want to take advantage of and try to see some sights and do some mountain hikes and be a bit of a tourist.  I'm not ashamed of that, I've never been here before.  Been through the airport a few times, and I have lived both North of BC in Inuvik, NWT and south in Oakland, California but yeah, this is my first real experience actually in BC.  

  Still alive, still exploring, still pushing my personal comfort zone in so many ways.  Life is good.  It's fucking hard at times, but it's also good.  

  


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