Moving On

I never wanted to be that guy – the guy that looked back on his life and wondered what could have been. I consciously tried to avoid that very thing. It was like I knew something and I was trying to correct it before everything terrible happened.

But I am that guy.

I'm that guy right now.

A 15-year cycle just ceased to exist. That cycle is college. I've been slithering in to and out of college for so many years... and now I don't ever have to go back.

What a feeling... but I can't help wondering where I would be now if I would have finished when I was supposed to.

My first major back in 1995 was graphic design, so I'd probably be an uninspiring artist fighting the advances in technology.

I guess the outcome isn't terrible at all.

At the end of every semester I would sit and thumb through my old notebooks checking to see if I should keep something before stuffing the recycle bin.

Since this is the last time I will have to do it I will share some of the random notes (and doodles) I scrawled down while in class.

Don't kill – need them for labor.

Truths are invented.

Indigenous Resistance.

400 words to describe cattle among the Nuer.

You can be outraged.

Humor: Think small.

                                      


Hmm... I know I did a lot of thinking about disc golf, but monocles? I must have been feeling quite pompous that day.

Now that college is over I guess I should start looking for a job.

I may need to clean up a bit first though.

I haven't posted a new entry in a while, so I'm going to do some back tracking and write about some past events.

The departure of the District Weekly from my life felt like a sucker punch. I remember reading the first issue on the Gondola Getaway dock back in 2007. The publication seemed similar to what I was looking for in a job/internship.

Unfortunately, the horror stories of print media I'd been listening to for years hit home.

It was fun while it lasted, District – or at least fun up to the point when you couldn't pay for the last two projects I completed.

Lastly, Dish beat the crap out of her nursing program.

I'm extremely proud of her overcoming the daily battles with somewhat dubious professors. Soon she'll be a bona fide nurse – and I hear she doesn't mind looking at weird skin conditions or ligament/joint pains – so ask away!

*chuckle, chuckle

A bunch of time has returned to my daily life – maybe too much actually. So, shocking this blog back to life shouldn't be much of a problem. Next topic: Jeremy is a husband.