Big Changes

I'm a truck driver now. That single sentence contains so much change.

Looking back on my former blog entries, I see something amazing. I used to write and some of the time, to even write well. I wonder what happened to me. When did I stop thinking and dreaming?
The most interesting thing I write these days is my grocery list, if even that. Everything I have to share with others has been sheared down to the briefest of comments shared on Facebook or Twitter.

My life has moved on and changed. I left academia due to getting burned out trying to do too much. I bought a motor home and traveled randomly for a year. I supported myself by doing internet research and reading tarot over the phone. I went to see my mother whom I hadn't seen in twelve years. I found the mountains that I had dreamed of for so long. I discovered that the isolation they provided didn't suit me. I joined the carnival and was a carnie for the most part of two seasons. It strengthened me in ways I never imagined and broke my heart in ways only half seen in forgotten nightmares. During my time in the carnival I decided to get my CDL (Commercial Driver's License) as a way to advance myself within the carnival. Due to personal relationship issues, I found that I could not return to the carnival after I completed the contract with the company that payed for my CDL training.

So now, I'm a truck driver.

The open road seems to fulfill a part of me that had hungered for so very long, being stuck in one place. My life is one great long adventure now and I love it. I've seen so much of the United States and I'm not done yet. Maybe I'll find my way back here again and tell you about it.