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Monday, 4.16.18
3:03pm
36 years old
186 pounds
Bronchial health: so-so
Brontosaurus health: extinct
Bronte Sisters health: lively on the page
Denver, CO

Challenging oneself and exposing oneself to new experiences is the zest with which any good life is seasoned, no doubt. But every once in a while, a return to a familiar form, function, family, friend, or folly is a welcome relief. Our well-worn shoes are worn well for a reason, after all. It is in this sentiment and in these feelings and in this headspace that the author finds himself today, reader, and it is a most welcome homecoming.

I embarked today on a new career opportunity, and while the company and people and lingo and tools and internal sites and clients are all new to me, the author is treading a path he has trodden before. We find ourselves once again, reader, walking the halls of academia, though in a slightly different garb than before. No longer is the author a classroom teacher in the traditional sense - he is now training the teachers and faculty and administrators themselves. It is wonderful to be home.

For the first time since moving to Denver, I feel hopeful. There will be more to come in this space about the foibles and daily routines of the author's new vocation, so for today, we will end on this:
It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.

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