There are many types of freedom, really. We each have our own definitions of what makes one free. My kinda freedom means many things, but mostly the ability to think for myself, to make my own decisions, and live my life however I happen to see fit. For me, freedom was a far-reaching journey, and…

Sometimes life loves to throw in a little plot twist. Sometimes, it likes to throw in more than one. And sometimes, it just throws a whole bunch of crap at you all at once, expects you to deal with it all, and somehow stay sane in the process. That’s where I’ve been lately. There has been…

Ok, so it’s been a little while since I’ve posted. I’ve been busy – trying to adjust to the new job, trying to get rid of the zombie ebola virus (or COPD some-crap-or-other if you believe the doctor who spent a whole 2 minutes with a stethoscope), and trying to find my “groove.” How’s it…

Okay, so I didn’t get a T-shirt, but D-Day is done. I survived. A couple hours before I left to go, I started freaking out, hyperventilating, and basically having a panic attack. It was insane. I talked to my best friend, who just kept telling me to breathe. I mentioned that I’d probably be fine…

Tomorrow is the big day. It’s the day that things start to change. It’s the day that I accept my fate as a “slave of the corporate machine” and submit to my overlords. The first day of work (ok, training) for my new job working for “Da Man”. Am I excited? Sure. Great things are…