How does one kill an unquenchable hope?
It serves me so well.
It's what makes me believe I'll succeed.
Ignore the odds.
But it can be misplaced.
An unhealthy obsession—a waste of the short time I have to make a difference.
Replace it with a new obsession?
I know that would work.
For some reason, in a moment of weakness I was compelled to look at H's Instagram last night (I know, I know, such a bad idea).
I knew she was dating, but seeing the love note there in full color still hit hard.
She used to say that...
Today I hoofed it down to Seattle Coffee Works to work on an iPhone app.
MacBook. Check. iPhone. Check. iPhone cable...
The app requires a real device, so I was dead in the water.
And I could not have been happier.
Last Friday, I was at a pivotal...