I tried doing the “Real World” thing. I graduated college. I got a job, a house, and a commute. I taught third grade. My family was proud and I was busy. Very busy.
It was a life I thought was supposed to make me happy. But, I didn’t love my job. I didn’t love the way I lived. I was trying to construct a life, instead of living my life. It was while I was teaching that I learned there is a difference. So I quit my job and I dropped out of the “Real World”.
I recall that as a kid I would often look up at the stars at night. I wondered how all of this came to be? How did I get here and what was the point of my life in the midst of it all? I was not certain of the answers, but I asked the questions. These days, I am still trying to answer those questions. These days, I am simply learning how to live.
I tell my story here.