The Road Less Travelled

I lay in my Oxford bed wondering how I got here. I rest my head, enjoying steps back in time, pondering over the decisions that have led me here to the people and the experiences I've had over the past couple of months.
I decide it's partly due to my overriding penchant for new, different and sometimes random employment opportunity. And possibly a short attention span.

In recent years, I've earned varying levels of pay acting as rock DJ, music therapist, student support worker, sign language interpreter and I.T bloke, amongst others.

I've not yet found my career path. But I don't think that's me. I wouldn't want it to be. I want my life to be a mix mash of new, fresh experiences. A colourful patchwork quilt of existence. We're all continuously sharpening up our own 'emotional evolution', and maybe this is part of mine. As long as the bills are being paid and I'm enjoying this involuntary ride we call life, I'll probably carry on in the same vein.

After all, as Bill Hicks said.... 'It's just a ride'.


***Title of this post taken from the 1978 Morgan Scott Peck book of the same name. Vaguely relevant - check it out***