the wizard at thirty-two
Today, my life feels like an algebra problem. If 2n = my father's age, where n = is equal to my years of life, then where does that leave me? By this point in his life, my father had a PhD, a career, and a pair of lifetime commitments.
But I cannot focus on what accomplishments I have not yet achieved. That way lies madness, and I prefer to recognize my glass as half-full. I do have my health, and I do have my hair. I even have a degree, however useless. For the first time in a long time, I can say with great enthusiasm that I do not hate my job, and more importantly, sometimes I even enjoy it. I get to spend a lot of time out of doors. I currently have to spend it in Florida, and this is a source of many problems - but someday that too shall change.
I'm not sure what the future holds, but whatever it holds, I will document and share here.