Full of Surprises

I remember at the dawn of this new century, as I was absorbed in graduate school, thinking that the investment I was making in my future was worth the sacrifice of living on the $1,000/mth I received from my work/study, student loan and scholarship. Looking back from the present, those were the luxurious times, compared with the present where no jobs are to be had and the future looks grim.

In hindsight, the skills I acquired in social analysis, and the discipline I established of writing a journal of my thoughts, is now the sole benefit of that earlier effort. Not that this is of little consequence; it's just that it wasn't what I had expected.

Sometimes, life is full of surprises.