So, I played a bit yesterday. We drove out to the coast on the spur of the moment, towards mid-afternoon.
We arrived close to sunset, at one of my favorite places, Arcadia Beach.
We walked down the beach.
The water was beautiful.
Even the sand was beautiful.
Someone built a driftwood lean-to.
It had its own rock garden.
And a gorgeous view.
Earth, sky and water.
A path across the waves.
The first "ordinary person" illustration wasn't a fluke. Here's the next. More to follow.
I wanted to be a teacher. So, six years of school and $30,000 worth of student debt later, I can't find a job. Like, anywhere. I wanted to help kids explore the world and learn about history and science and math. Next month, I'm moving back in with my mom. I so wanted to live in the "real world." I guess I am.
I worry about a lot of stuff. Such as, will my kids have a good life? Will I have a job in six months? If something happens to me or my wife, will our family be ok? I don't know. Do you want. To know. What really scares me? So many people are so angry all the time. I don't understand all the changes or the anger. I just want to have a good life with the people I care about.