and my obstacle is. . .

I spent last night walking through a park, drinking excellent root beer, and playing The Transformation Game with A. The game was really interesting. It's something that I might have written off as too new-agey, but I'm trying to be open to such things. In palying the game, you identify an issue that you're dealing with and as you play the game you are given 'guardian angels,' deal with pain, and progress up maslow's hierarchy to reach spiritual fulfillment (not self-actualization). It gave me some to think about. I kept accumulating 'service' tokens, but didn't get many 'awareness' ones and interesting things came out of my 'unconscious envelope.'

The question that I used was 'how I can I leave PDX and transition gracefully into what comes next over the next few months?'

At the end of the game, you pick a few cards to guide you on your next steps in dealing with the issue. My major obstacle will be my sexuality. Ominous. Most of the obstacles in the game are things like resentment, complaining, jealously, things that are unequivocally bad. I'm not used to thinking about sexuality as a bad thing, an obstacle. Curious. The game also said I will be able to overcome it through initiative.

In possibly related news, when I got home there was a message scribbled on my quarter of the kitchen whiteboard. B had called, which is good. It doesn't look like he left his phone number, which is bad, very bad. I don't have his number. I can't call him back.

Maybe he'll call again. Maybe I'll see him at church on Sunday. Maybe I should take initiative, as is suggested by the game, but I don't see how I can track down a phone number of someone with a supercommon first name, whose last name I don't know, and with whom I share no mutual friends.