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A friend of mine says we all have a Hollywood story. Something to share. Something that might just help a friend along on their journey. Something that will make someone laugh. Something that will make someone cry. It’s part of what we all call, “life” that strange space in time that may or may not hold a deeper meaning. I’d like to believe it holds leagues of meaning, layers of meaning; each filled with their own stories and textures and songs. And dreams.
I also dream. Lots.
I didn’t always dream. There was a time I was scared all the time. There was a time when my journey wasn’t holding as much promise:
The day was May 16, 1992. The only reason that it is important is that it was the last time someone hit me in anger or violence. The events prior to that day however compelling, moving, or disturbing they may be are not the focus of my story. That was the past; a part of what helped me become who I am today, but not how I define myself in the present tense. That was the day I said, “No more. There are choices to be made, and the choice I am making now is to break the cycle.”
Over the course of time, I will share the journey from “College Drop-Out to Ph.D.” I’ll share the funny stories of trying to remember how to be my own person. I’ll share some of the obstacles and heartbreaks that comprise life. I’ll share the utter joy of finding personal freedom. It took time. Lots of time but my official transcript says: Degree conferred: September 30, 2010. I am a Ph.D.
More than those letters, I am ME.