This is, apparently, the method in which I can subject you to essentially feeling a fleeting nuance of guilt for knowing that I write things, but not actually reading them. This idea is what makes it fairly easy to write a blog, believing that it will not be read. If for some reason you are interested in my stream of consciousness, well, here it is. I do not intend to say anything groundbreaking, I hear that the average Nobel winners age is 42, so I have some time.
In 2016 I had a son, started graduate school, and generally pivoted towards being an actual adult. I am one week from traveling to Africa, without that son, in an effort to finish said graduate degree. I have been a paramedic, and had a limited idea of what the future held, for the last 18 years. Today, I have no idea what the future may hold, but the possibilities seem endless. What a wonderfully terrifying place to be at 38. A place I could never have envisioned just 2 years ago.
So, at 1130 at night, filled with excitement and anxiety, I decided to start a blog. Subjecting you to the musings of my life, which will probably include things like:
- My small Italian Lawyer Wife from Chicago (she hits me)
- Paramedics, and their superiority to fire suppression officials
- New Orleans – its wonderful people – and their interest in destroying themselves
- My Kid – everything about him, including bowel movements (you asked)
- Our broken health system – no, not because of the ACA
- Travels
- Interesting people – those I know and those I don’t
- Books (non-coloring)
- Bad drivers
- Outdoor stuff (fishing, skiing, blah blah – Colorado)
Basically, I want to be Anthony Bourdain when I grow up, without the cooking – and heroin – and tattoos – and that odd smirk. But otherwise, just like him.
This will probably be the last thing I write in here, to the one person that made it to the end, what were you thinking?
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When we had my first son, something went off in me that I couldn’t be complacent anymore. I went from running half marathons to full marathons, we quit our jobs, moved from Chicago to Denver and I enrolled in the MBA program. Then ‘life’ got involved, both my wife & I lost a parent and then had our second child, all within the span of 6 months – and that was wrapped up in the joy that is prolonged unemployment (for me). Now we’re out of Denver and in Detroit so that I could work. I like to plan, I could never have planned this. All this is to say, when it comes to the future, I’m in favor of reacting to what you get, but in pursuit of what you’re after.
(as an aside, I’ve stopped running full marathons – too much fucking work.)
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I just can’t imagine if either of us lost a parent, that is something that I know I should prepare for. But how on earth does one prepare for that?
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