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 Last night, I went out to see Romeos at the Vancouver Queer Film Festival.

I just woke up. In my dream, I'd recently had top surgery, and was trying to somehow break this to my Langara classmates. Some part of me said Top surgery? What the fuck did I just do? But I quickly dismissed this - Chill, you worry that every time you go under the knife. This is totally normal.

And then my improv troupe was performing on planes.

And the wisdom to know the difference?

Change what I can
Accept what I can't


Over the last four years or so, I've been wrestling with the question:
   what are the limits of my ambition to improve the world?

1. Since I was a child, I saw the world as a thing to be fixed. My role was to fix it.
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2. You can't think your way out of everything.


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3. Until then, where's the limit? When are we - when am I slacking off and letting the world down? Better set that limit high. I mean, what's theharm in overshooting? What's a little stress - or a lot of self-destruction - in the face of being able to help people on a wide scale?
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I would like to thank the people who helped me come to this. Alex, Samo, Este, Michelle, Jordan and many others