Things Aren't Always How They Seem

So it's been a few days now and no word of this "death" has emerged past what happened in my last post. I'm not really sure what happened, but there's no record of someone actually dying. And if someone did, perhaps it's just taking a while to get the details. It actually puts my mind at ease to think that whoever it was, whatever kind of episode happened, that the person was able to walk away from it. That's usually not the case here.

The CDC study arrived here yesterday and I've been following them around the park. It's interesting to see the response that they get here--much, much different from the response I personally got. It's strange to be sitting in these meetings with these high-ranking officials, look down at my stained volunteer uniform (someone else stained it before I got it) and think "yes, yes I am sitting in a room, two months after graduation, discussing a CDC study in Grand Canyon National Park." And not, "I am sitting in my cubicle writing another freakin' blurb about the local high school's football team." Or even "I'm in my parents basement, again, eating chips and thinking about how fat I'm getting. Now, where did I leave that box of cookies?"

It's moments like this that I really have to stop myself and realize how differently my life turned out. Sure, I could always go back to school or into publishing. But no one told me that there was a life out there besides the one I told myself I had to have. Wouldn't that have been a good thing to figure out, oh, say four years and two degrees ago?