jords on jords.

The election happened; now it’s all over but the shredding. Here’s three snapshots of the aftermath:

Election night was a cruel rewind on a smaller scale; watching people’s reactions, knowing what they were thinking about, feeling empathetic but oddly detached. Losing isn’t as bad if you just expect that you’ll feel like shit on election night.  Also, I don’t know what winning feels like.

We went to Alaska this weekend.  I should have done that after the federal election. Fly fishing is way better than making terrible life decisions because at the end of the day if you fail at fishing, you just don’t have any fish.

Driving back to Whitehorse, I turned on the radio and heard the federal campaign song. This song has become my own personal reminder of the precarious grip we sometimes have on success. It is also a terrible song. This time, I heard it and realized every moment in my life, every decision I ever made, everything I ever accomplished or failed at had led me to right now, where I was [still] unemployed and driving a pickup truck full of rocks from Haines to Whitehorse. After deciding whether to laugh, cry, or do neither (I chose neither), I continued driving.  What other option was there?

Do not let the depressing post-election woes expressed in this blog post make you think I did not enjoy my time in Whitehorse.  Second only to moving to Canada initially, coming here is probably the best decision I ever made.  I’m deciding what to do next, and I will update you all accordingly.