They’re not mine. But they’re someone’s. I spied them across the street from Green Spaces last October, where I was trying my hand at co-working. I wondered how they got there. Did they fall out of a backpack or just fall off? Was it consequence or deliberate? Loss or win? Whatever went down, the person wasn’t attached. With or without pants, he or she had moved on.
I hadn’t lost my pants per se but I did lose momentum. was tackling a few challenges. The first was finding my place in Denver since moving the year before. Networking, dating, Meetups, XXXX
I had been trying co-working at Green Space for a few weeks in September when