I know I’ve written about this before, but I’m pretty sure it was in an email to M the last time we were talking.

I walk into my room and I have two laptops on my bed. Why do I need two laptops, let alone in bed? I have lots of reasons, but they’re technical opinions and aren’t all that interesting. Anyway, I see this and think about how much of a dork I am. Then I remember I just racked up a fixed gear bike in a garage filled with a few others of mine, and how I just spent two days biking around the city for fun with friends. Because I’ve had this conversation with myself before, I recognize this thought pattern and remember that I’m not any one thing. My identity isn’t tied to any one group, and the older I get the further the lines blur together.

This weekend was exhausting, surely partially physically, but I had enough. I can’t decide if I should be waiting or moving on anymore.