On my own
I got back last week from Alaska. I was only there for a week, but I saw enough. Well, not enough, but enough for what I needed from the trip.
I wanted answers and clarity.
Last year I went to Egypt before starting on a new team at work.
On that trip, I chose to be true to myself and I took that home with me. The lessons I learned did not fare well for the station in life I found myself in when I came back.
After gestating for nine months, I was birthed out of the industry and into my new life.
I was reincarnated two months ago and only went through one round of modern technical interviewing. I banged a uey and got the hell out of dodge.
I don't deal well with limitations imposed by labels. My life is not a rubric anymore and I do not want it to be one again.
In Alaska, everyone cut it on their own with nature; not against it.
The thing I learned in my time spent between Da Nile and Denali is that I was in denial. You cannot dismantle the master's house with the master's tools.
It is time to change the game. I'm not alone. I'm with everyone that stands tall on their own.