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A Modern Day Emerson and Thoreau

My life seems to be evolving yet again before my very eyes. Remember when I said I wanted to get my degree and open a private therapy practice? The reason I've always considered it as a career choice is because I want to share with people my view of life. It's not that I think I have all the answers, but I do think I have a gift for helping people live in the moment.

That's my passion...experiencing each moment and milking it for all it's worth.

Last night I was talking with a friend about fishing. He was sharing some stories about being out in the water and said something about how I could write a book about these stories. I laughed because that's EXACTLY what I thought the first time I heard any of them. He tells them with such enthusiasm and passion that I know if I could capture it in words, the book would be a best seller.

I processed this while running this morning and thought about the common thread connecting all my book ideas. They are all about life experiences. As I explained to one of my dearest friends this morning, I really want to write about the experience of living...the real meat of life. He laughed and said, "So you want to be a modern day Emerson and Thoreau."

I've never told this to a soul before, but...yes...I've always imagined myself as a modern day Emerson and Thoreau. This is a beautiful marriage of my gift and passion, and I am SO excited to think that I may FINALLY make this a reality. I hope you join me on this journey and bear with me as I borrow ears to think through my ideas.

Welcome to "Life in Ahh". This is real life, experienced in the moment. I plan to write a book of fishing stories (as long as the storyteller cooperates), a collection of stories about the weirdos you meet at dance clubs, biographies of ordinary people, two sets of essay books about what you would tell your seventeen year old self, and several travel tomes.

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Christy said…
My ears are all yours! I can't wait to hear you process your ideas. And my words are yours too - any of them that you want :)

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