A friend of mine today told me that his professor, only his in 40s, died suddenly over the weekend.. The person had kids, a wife.. a life. A great job, a great background in education, and according to my friend, was an influential member of the faculty at the University he worked for.

Weird how quickly your events of life can change.

This is the exact type of story that makes me want to change my whole life.

Having a son has really altered the course of my very existence. Everything I do and think now involves him.. I am second to him. But in the same way, I want to be happier and have a better life for myself, but in a way that only can make his life better too..

I don’t know if it makes sense or not… but I used to ‘hate’ jobs I’ve had. Now I find the need for them. But I am extremely displeased with them now… less in a selfish way and more in a way that I really am not doing what I want to be doing. But isn’t this, in the end, how all people feel one day or another?

And what makes me nervous as, illustrated by your professor’s mishap, we don’t have very long to try to get to a point in which we actually do what we want to do….. and that makes me sad.