Day 1

There is a part of me that screams to do something different. To make a difference. To do something that will be remembered.

In a previous profession I was a photographer. It was always a dream on every shoot to take that one image that would make a difference in the world. That would awaken people. That would shock people. That would be remembered. That profession had to be left behind and a new one began.

Why do some people feel they must begin again, to reinvent themselves, to start fresh?  Is it like being reborn? Not being a deeply religious person I do not know how it feels to be reborn. Perhaps it is like returning to one’s childhood and learning life all over again.  Does that mean that someone who stays with the same profession did not have a good childhood and do not wish to revisit it even for a brief time period? I do not profess to have all the answers but it does surprise me how some people stay in the same profession their whole lives while others float around their whole lives. Does that mean the rest of us have no fricken idea what we want to do when we grow up?

And what does grow up mean? I am in my mid-fifties yet do not feel it. How old do I feel? I don’t know but certainly not what my drivers license says my age is. Maybe it has something to do with my mind set, maybe it has something to do with trying to keep up with my twin boys. Who knows.