Half-way through my first semester of college in Northeast Ohio, it was clear to me I was in the wrong place. A few dozen skipped classes and some pointless finals later, I was gone. Back to Southern California where I belonged.
It was great, just like I thought it would be. Bartending and waiting tables put cash in my pocket. I had few responsibilities. I had beautiful beaches. I did what I wanted, when I wanted.
Life was good. Until it wasn’t.
I was purposeless. I found out a life built on leisure and fun had diminishing returns. I missed being on the football field. I missed competing. I missed my teammates. Most of all I missed the feeling of confidence in the path of my life.
I look back on that era of my life (what the Greeks called Aeon) fondly. I made a lot of big transitions, not only geographically and directionally, but personally and emotionally. I felt lost many times. I was lost many times. I made a ton of mistakes. Most were small. Some were massive. But what I learned outweighed what it cost.
I had no idea what I was doing but I was the only one who could make the decisions. And the decisions I was making would have decades of implications. It was an inflection point for my life.
So what did I do? I’ll finish that section of the story tomorrow.
Everything is training for something. Do the work.
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