So, when I ask myself "Who am I ? " I find that there is no answer that satisfies what I believe myself to be. I have plenty of jobs: manager, husband, and father. None of these really hit the mark. The most interetsing thing to me is that it seems like I am expected to be "happy" with what I have or am. While there is a certain comfort and reassurance that comes from my daily tasks, I keep returning to the same thought, wisdom and experience are wasted on the the wise and experienced. Often I find myself unable to embrace what society tells me I should be satisfied with. I look back on the twists and turns of my past and convince myself that just a few changes could have unleashed the man I want and would have chosen to be.Of course, regret is an intoxicating and addictive friend, it never really leaves my side. Is there a remedy? The best I can do is change those things I have the courage and determination to change. The first and foremost is escaping the world of retail management, nothing saps the life from me as much as walking in to that store each day and surrendering a little more of my soul. That leads to one of the things I am most happy doing, finishing my B.S. I have about a year and a half, and then...
Does what I ahve to write about hold anything of value? I value the opportunity to (pathetically) communicate with no one/everyone, as friendships are hard to build or maintain in the fast paced life of a suburban gladiator...