Living a Life Under Construction
The first post on this blog was in June, 2004, when I was 32 years old. Today, it is early January, 2023. I am 51. A lot of time has passed. Wow, 21 years. It feels like a blip. Like no time has passed at all. As I read the fist post, Stagnant and Confused , I am launched back in time to when I was trying to decide the next step in my career. I had been a journalist. Then I sort of let that go, and I was looking for new direction. Funny thing is, I sort of followed a path after that post that has led me to where I am today. And it seems I have ended up in a place my 32 self would have wanted to be. But I already knew that. I did not need to look back on an old blog post to figure that out. I know that I felt somehow I would have some huge impact on the world. And maybe I had some impact as a teacher throughout the years. The impact certainly was not to the degree my younger self wanted. Still, I feel okay with the life I have led, even if it has been created by a great many imperfect...