I sat at work most of the day in a fog. My head was/is stuffy, and I just wasn’t feeling myself. I know I have a decent job, and will never complain for being gainfully employed. But I have dreams, hopes, and aspirations. And working in a lab just isn’t one of them.
This brings me back, to over 22 years ago when I joined the Air Force under “open general” status. I wanted to be an Air Traffic Controller….something that was on the flight line, in the deeps, trenches, and you name it. ANYTHING but medical I said…
Here I am, 22 years later, almost 23, wishing I had been given another path. Wait. I may work in a lab…BUT…
But our paths in life, lead us to our destinations.
And my goal as a writer and a Chef are just around the corner.
I felt it today, and found myself nearly giddy with ideas.
So in the crazy winds of the Chicagoland weather path, I found myself shopping for photo books, scissors, and accessories to make my vision REAL.
What a perfect way, to spend a cold and ill feeling weekend, than to cut and paste my future into a vision.