Apologies to Aldous Huxley.
Some of my readers may have tumbled to some changes and new adventures I am embarking on. My family has known for quite some time, but you expected that. ;-)
Anyhow, as of today, I am a full time student at the Oregon Coast Culinary Institute. Link
I had reached the point as an IT professional and champion of all things K-12 education that it was affecting my health. The stress and bad dietary choices were rapidly turning me into something akin to Santa. To borrow a sentiment from a movie character, this dude could not abide. So I decided a new career path was in order.
I did a lot of research. I corresponded. I visited. I chose a place in Oregon to ramp up my education in all things culinary. Sure, I could have stayed in Ohio or somewhere nearby. But a change of venue was just as important as the training and experience. And that's how I landed in coastal Oregon. The staggering cost of the big name schools in the Midwest did not help, either.
I still wonder if I'm doing the right thing, but who doesn't? But after some ruminating, I realized that my life has been written as chapters, each taking in the neighborhood of 15 to 18 years. And the calendar was reminding me that it was time for a fresh notebook and a newly sharpened #2 Ticonderoga. This is just the first handful of paragraphs of this chapter.
Sure, it will have its ups and downs. But I have a pretty wonderful support group (most of which are related to me somehow) and I'm counting on them as a cheering section.
So I figure that after I finish at OCCI, there should still be that next chapter to finish. And crazily enough, that will put me at the point where my IRAs will start giving me money whether I want it or not. Then I suppose it will be time to really settle down. Or . . . divest myself of some more stuff, get an RV and be the nomadic hippie that I was perhaps born to be.
Send all of the good karma you can spare my way, will ya?