Whew buddy, it sure has been a while. It's hard to believe that I started this so long ago, sitting somewhere around 14 years. Sorry younger Jon, I did NOT keep up with this half as well as I should have, but here we are now. Our kids won't care, they'll get their fill one way or another. Trust, we will yap plenty to fill in the gaps after Christmas dinner or on long car rides. No rush.
I received a game invite from Ben today. Yeah, that Ben that I used to go follow step for step like the lost duck I was. I didn't end up taking him up on it, but I do plan to give him a call soon. He's honestly the one to blame for me coming back to this blog and finally putting "pen to paper."
Senior year of high school was no less eventful, or formative. For every night I stayed up dreading the day I'd have to run off to college, there were two that I spent riding my bike and scream singing. And for each and every night I did that, there were any number of nights I spent writing or fast-balling myself into new experiences. That year I had my second girlfriend, took lead of the rugby team, won state in football alongside future NFL players and even patched up my relationship with my Dad. Unfortunately, that was at the cost of the relationship with my mom, but even that worked itself out with time. All of this (and so much more) is well documented here, so there's no true need to hit all the key points. What matters is that I grew. And grew. And grew.
College was no different, so I'll leave that alone as well. Those stories, numerous and spanning the whole gamete are the bulk of what I have written here.
After all of that, identity hanging on by a thread, I spent a year in Korea. Not only seeking purpose but also any sort of light to shine into what only looked to be a long, dark hall to death. Thankfully, on either side I found doors and filled the walls with pictures, thumb-tacked or neatly framed, along the way. These days the walls are a bit more empty but that's no fault of my lovely friends and family. It's a me thing, but here I am- 29 years old and working on it. My career, as anyone who knows me might expect, has darted every which way but it looks to be settling on being in project management. Lame, I know. Artist, chef and therapist were not in the cards but I like to focus on the piece of 7 year old me that is still alive and well today. Who would'a thunk that all those hours playing Warcraft 3 in the kitchen, on school nights, feet swinging over sticky linoleum would build a mind for managing multitudes of moving parts. Big pictures and strong intuition. Now that's what I do for a living, though unfortunately I don't get to save and exit half as much as I would like to.
I still live with headphones surgically attached to my ears, unkempt hair and a style that mixes 40-year-old accountant with dingey skater. I call my mother "mums," don't ask me why, and dad has become "pops." They try to act all tough, but they love it. I'm much more open with them, partially because I'm too old to be told what to do anymore, but also because we have much more in common now. That just comes with age. I still prefer cats over dogs (slightly), and more importantly, I've kept my promises to my dear childhood friends. We talk all the damn time. Shoot, they were in my wedding only months ago, standing next to me on stage. It was a beautiful time.
Now I'm going to skip the part where I act like I'm going to start writing in this thing more often, and just commit to getting back at some point to write up another update some time before I die... Probably.
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