All the Bits

Every time I talk to my friends, I share a little bit more of myself - a little bit more of my thinking, of my ambitions, of the vision I have for my life and the contribution I want to make to this world.  

Like torrenting the second season of an HBO series - I'm sending over bits and fragments of myself, one at a time.

 

With my closest friends, they hold almost all the bits and they've rearranged them into a nearly complete copy, a fully readable backup of the file.

 

Which is great, because sometimes the file I'm working from gets corrupted.

 

Which is when it's time for a quick phone call, a reboot, a fully restored me.