I got a divorce.

Well, to be perfectly accurate, it's not final yet, but soon, soon. So that brings us to now (glossing over a bunch of facts I am sure you do not care about). And where am I now? I've got a real job, and a nice life, and, for once, I don't have to answer to anyone. True, I suppose, for the most part, I should not have had to answer to anyone anyway, but the x2b did not see it that way.

I'm just starting out on some scuba diving. Now there's a fun thing to do. I went down to Mexico in mid-May to take my basic training. A fun endeavor (except swimming 9 laps in a long pool with a Tequila hangover). While I was there, I found out that there is a shortage of instructors. And I got to thinking about it. Especially when I returned home to my half hour commute to work where I sit in front of a computer absorbing radiation in a window-less room. When I was diving, I noticed the instructor had a 5 minute commute to the boat in the morning. Sure, it's more heavy lifting, but they say if you're doing what you love, every day is a vacation.

And that, my friends, was an epiphany. My life, as I had known it, ended on the trip back to the States. I saw, perhaps for the first time, that there were other more satisfying ways to live my life. That is not to say I do not enjoy the work I do. But I think I would enjoy living on a boat and diving much more. It's hard to explain. And in fact, it has taken me so long to get this site back online that I have forgotten some of how it felt. Well, that just means it's time for another trip to Mexico. I'm planning one as I type this: advanced training, deeper dives, sort of the next step to becoming an instructor and checking out of this 9 to 5 rat race. Frankly, when I got back, I did not even want to bother going back to work. Plus, I got stuck with the modern dog leash: the company CelPhone. And I got called a record 5 times that weekend. Needless to say, I was ready to disappear over the border.

Sadly, though, I have an unappreciative x2b who is getting voluntary money from me (though not for much longer if she keeps on with the attitude). I have a car to pay off, and rent seems to always come due just when I could use $800 for something else. I am, as they say, getting on with my life. The way out is there. I may take it.