I met Jeremy Bloom the other day. Two-time Olympic moguls skier, NFL player, charity founder, and
internet business entrepreneur. He's two years younger than I am. And now I feel bad about myself. I'm part of the generation of kids whose parents told them they could do anything. Astronaut. Doctor. Lawyer. Author. Whatever. Apparently so did Jeremy Bloom's. So I grew up with the expectation of myself that I was destined to be amazing. Fast forward through parent's divorce,
un-noteworthy high school and college careers, graduate school, internships, fellowships, marriage, house, dog... and I feel like I am in a Talking Heads song. "Well... How did I get here?" I will not bore you (or myself) by chronicling my life history here. But here are the basics. I am:
- in my very early 30's,
- married to a sweet, sweet boy who is slightly obsessed with bicycles,
- a resident of Denver, CO, only after living all over the country first,
- lucky to be working in the field I went to school for (sort of),
- generally happy in my job and with the people I work with but struggle daily that I should be doing something more amazing, meaningful, or important,
- pretty sure I want kids, but feel the need to be amazing, meaningful, and important before doing so,
- realizing that biology tells me time is not really on my side,
- trying to figure it all out.
Which, is what I am attempting to do here. I fully expect it to be a wandering, haphazard, tangential journey. But that's cool because no one but me is reading anyway.
