In the beginning it was not clear where to start or even how to get started. The long journey at that point was not that unique. Seemingly typical childhood, traditional religious roots, worked and went to college, married by 22, kid by 28, lots of busy and lots of work. Frankly, it seems like a blur – the memories now seem veiled in a distant past.
Where very little was lived, you know “Lived!” Life was mostly a rush from the alarm until the pillow.
Every minute filled, every conversation focused on the next, and the next, and the next. There was no time. None!
No matter how early the clock or late the pillow – each second was scheduled to a task, a project, or a person – and often double booked.
The days turned into years, and then into decades. These were hard years, but what came next were the “the growth years.”
The survival years – Life 1.0. And without warning it came…