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Summary of The Beginning

This day is the last Saturday of July, 2017.  This is the day a beginning ends. Let me explain.

In the last seven years, things have been in limbo. Life came, life went. Shakespeare couldn’t have summed it up better:

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;

And my play has been about good enough‘s,should have‘s, and could have been‘s. Here’s a quick recap:

2010 Turned my back on writing and took up computer science.

2011 Still trying to like Java. Stats, on the other hand, we got along.

2012 I was probably blogging, building websites, and meditating. Perhaps, still in love with authorship, interested in philosophy, and thinking about psychology.

2013 Finished my Applied Computer Science and Business degree.

2014 Tasted consulting. Entrepreneurship – web design & development, online analytics, and motivational quotes – was my reality for a year.

2015 My fate as an associate systems analyst  in the financial industry began. Slipped into the cracks of data.

2016 It continued. With a promotion.

2017 I suppose, the year a seven-year limbo ends, mediocrity meets death, and well.. the rest is yet to come.

This post marks the ending of a dramatically slow start and the beginning of, I hope, a story well-written, talents well-used, and a life well-lived.

To wrap up,  here’s a prologue from Shakespeare.

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. Protection Status

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