I never really imagined that my life would have taken the current arc through space and time that it has followed over the last twenty years. I remember very specifically that there were occasions that I expressed interest in being a doctor, firefighter, clown and vicar. It turns out that I'm none of those things, and if I'm objective about it, I'm not really quite sure how I ended up where I am now.
Once I got to college, I seriously considered being a pilot, and I majored in engineering. It seemed like a good thing to do at the time because I'd demonstrated some capacity for math. Needless to say, I did not follow the path into the air of the pilot, and you would be hard pressed to find anyone who'd call me a practicing engineer. I do speak the language, and I can put in the time with the TI-85 if I have to but solid design engineering has not been my focus.
Reflecting on what has happened over the last several weeks, I think what I have really become is a writer. It may not even be good writing or entertaining writing, but voluminous...oh yes, it's voluminous.
I'm going to keep this pretty short because my fingers are becoming calloused on their pads from the amount of keyboard time I've spent tapping out sentences on a computer keyboard. The situation does make me grateful to a very patient set of English teachers that put up with my nonsense early in life.
Here's to you Mrs. James!
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