One first time after another
I got through my first birthday without Kurt, in a city that he loved, at a hotel that he would have loved — brand new, eclectically modern, aimed at “the curious class.” Each first time I do something new without him is still very challenging. I kept wanting to call him and tell him about the amazing things I was seeing and doing. Then I’d remember that I couldn’t.
Some steps are bigger and tougher than others. From the perspective of what I’ve just done, running a half marathon two days from now shouldn’t be all that hard. If I can get enough sleep between now and Sunday morning, and then find my way to the starting line, from there on it’s a simple matter of putting one foot in front of the other.
(Written at 32,000 feet, posted back on terra firma. I’m still a technogeek.)