I’ve always loved that book or in fact any of Douglas Adams books as they made me laugh while reading for the first time. And like the ending of that series it always seemed a good way to start a ending. This is only the 3rd real job I’ve ever had and they’ve all ended with that as the subject line, so by now you all know where this is going.
The last 3 years 9 months and 21 days have been the best of my adult working life. Mozilla has been more than a job, more than a career. It was a home. The opportunity to apply ones talent in conjunction with values and mission is a gift. It’s a dream state, even on bad days, that I gladly would have remained a slumberer in. The Community of Mozilla is a powerful and wonderful uniqueness that embodies the core of what it means to be Open, and if we ever lose that we’ve lost a precious gem.
I hope to work with many of you again at some future time. If we cross paths somewhere I’d happily lift a libation in remembrance.
With that I shall end with one of my favorite bits of poetry:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.