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Yesterday I shared the post Shaking My Younger Self by the Shoulders. Interestingly, I had no intention of writing what I wrote when I sat down. I was intending to write this post which is probably going to be far more boring and not sci-fi at all (I know, where’s the fun in that!?).

Anyway, I’ve been thinking a lot about life lately. And by lately, I mean the last two years.

You’ll remember last fall I moved from that big ol’ Alpine house and downsized to something much more reasonable. Or at least I thought it was reasonable.

As it turns out, leaving a life of entitlement behind is a mental process. Simplifying life is a process. And, more than anything, learning the lessons I’ve learned about happiness, money, and success… is a real process.

I thought this house was a downgrade, but the truth is, our current home is way too much house for Noah and me. Granite countertops, three levels, three televisions, two family rooms, a garage, and still a lot of the finer things of life. Lately I’ve been looking at it all and thinking… this was a downgrade? Sure it was only 36% of my previous monthly payment and half the size, but damn if all it’s done is make me want even less.

So, I asked my Landlord to let me out of my lease. Thankfully she was awesome enough to do it. And I went house hunting.

I started by looking for single family homes or townhomes that might work. Nothing was really floating my boat. I just drove up and down countless streets in the area in which I wanted to live, looking for rental signs.

In the middle of it all, I passed by the community college campus. And I had this weird thought hit me.

It’s not too late to go to school. Maybe you could even be a teacher.

I was like, “whoa, where’d that thought come from?!” You see, when I was younger, I really wanted to be a teacher when I grew up. A high school teacher. When I look back at all the people who made the biggest differences in my life, the majority of them were teachers. And so, I always wanted to grow up and be one of those teachers. The kind that really makes a difference in kids’ lives.

But… as I mentioned yesterday, the money thing got in the way. And I quickly ditched that goal.

Yet there I was, face splattered with bits of life and experience, thinking something I hadn’t thought since I was a teenager.

Of course, when the thought hit, I immediately started making excuses as to why it was too late. I was too old. Not enough money. I live too far from the school. I’m a single dad. All that stuff.

It’s not too late to go to school. Maybe you could even be a teacher. Maybe you could be a computer programmer. Maybe you can get your nursing degree.

The thought bugged me for days.

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Dan Pearce is an American-born author, app developer, photographer, and artist. This blog, Single Dad Laughing, is what he's most known for, with more than 1.4 million daily subscribers as of 2017. Pearce writes mostly humorous and introspective works, as well as his musings which span from fatherhood, to dating, to life, to the people and dynamics of society. Single Dad Laughing is much more than a blog. It's an incredible community of people just being real and awesome together!