It’s funny, sometimes, how I can sit down and write at length about a number of topics. However, when I try to put myself, who I am, into words and into context, I struggle. My son pointed out to me the other day that I “have been a lot of things.” He’s quite intuitive for being almost six years old. Indeed, I have. Since setting out on my own so many years ago, I have been a sailor, a technician, among other things and other titles. Now I am a father, a veteran, and an operations supervisor. How I got from there to here could be a long story, but I find solace in brevity, much like Hemingway. In any case, the one “thing” that I want to be and have yet to become is a writer. Sure, I write. I have written plenty for school, for work, for friends, but I am not a writer in the sense that people have been willing to pay me for writing, let alone publish much of what I have written. As such, my wife convinced me to start this blog. I maintain full creative control over what is published and, for now, choose no certain direction.
[Accipe hoc]
“Until I know this sure uncertainty,
I’ll entertain the offered fallacy…”
-William Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors