Aug 13 2015

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Bound 2

Shut up Kanye, this isn’t about you. However, I do feel like the amount of effort I’m putting into this write-up is on par with Yeezus’s effort. Sorry guys, I’ve been busy.

Part I: Tempus Terminus

Speaking of busy, the 2 bar charts below explain what that means. After spending over 3 years in Chicago, I finally received my first full-time, salaried position in late April. What this meant was the delightfully free and pants-free days were behind me as I began making daily commutes to the office. I traded stability for flexibility, and I felt like I needed to perform. I began working longer-than-healthy hours because I wanted to prove my worth and I wanted to be the very best (like no one ever was). The chart below shows how my time allocation of a typical weekday changed.


And this one shows the typical weekend.


I was stressed out and not having a lot of fun. As a result, I set a lot of the fun things in my life aside. Cooking. Video games. Social events. It sucked. But, as everything has a silver lining, I have honed my shade-throwing skills to previously unimaginable levels.

Yesterday, I got home before 6:30 PM and that felt like such a victory. I’m setting my boundaries; I’m protecting my time. I want to be back to see your faces next month.

Part II: Discarded Baggage

Oh, by the way, I also moved last month. Out of the old…


… and into the new.


During the moving process, I got rid of a lot of stuff I no longer needed or wanted. These were among them.


They belong belonged to a CouchSurfer I hosted in 2012. It’s an old story that has since lost its relevance to both of our lives. I don’t know what’s inside, and she doesn’t quite remember either. These bags had already survived one move, but did not survive this one.


I think we have a tendency to hold onto memories we think are important. In turn, we hold onto things that remind us of those memories. If you asked me now, I can still tell you why our time together felt important, but I’m also ready to stop carrying her baggage as I begin a new chapter in my own life.

I still don’t know what’s inside of those bags. I rather enjoy not knowing. Those of you who know me know how insatiably curious I usually am, but this is one of those rare occasions on which I deliberately chose to keep myself away from available information. Maybe it has to do with the boundaries of personal privacy, but maybe I have simply found the bounds of how much I truly care to know.

Thus concludes A Month Of… Boundaries. And we usher in A Month Of… Dreams: Find the Stuff Fiction is Made Of. We encourage you to come share your stories at the live show! If you post a story about the task in the comments here, you get into the show for free.

A Month Of
Stage 773 1225 W. Belmont
Wed Sept 9th 7:30-10:00
$10 free with a posted story or shared dish

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About the author


Duo is a fallen engineer, an unrepentant wallflower, and a Level 3 baker. He enjoys reading by the lake, walking in the rain, and inviting strangers into his home. None of these things really matters. For now, simply gaze upon his picture. See how much he loves bubbles? He loves storytelling much, much more, and he is thrilled to be a part of this wondrous journey.

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