Author: Kay Newsom

So, I’m starting this new blog. Right now, I’m sitting in my office in the Norfolk Federal Building. My first day back since what was termed a “Bomb Cyclone” rolled through last Wednesday evening. If you don’t know what a bomb cyclone is, think Ice Hurricane instead. It’s cold, there’s still snow an ice piled up on the streets. But who cares about all that. Let’s get to reason why I decided to start this project… The date was September 16, 2012, my 49th birthday. This was the day I finally became a scuba diver. Yes, it took me all that time to finally accomplish something I had wanted to do since I was in college. There are a lot of reasons why it took me so long, most of which are stupid and unimportant. The fact is, I did it and it has since put me on the path to something other than work, mortgage, retirement. It opened my eyes to something I had cut myself off from, my sense of adventure. It had gotten lost somewhere between fast living youth and responsible adulthood. How did I ever let myself fall into that? Well, I’m pretty much over adulting now.

So, I’m starting this new blog. Right now, I’m sitting in my office in the Norfolk Federal Building. My first day back since what was termed a “Bomb Cyclone” rolled through last Wednesday evening. If you don’t know what a bomb cyclone is, think Ice Hurricane instead. It’s cold, there’s still snow an ice piled up on the streets. But who cares about all that. Let’s get to reason why I decided to start this project… The date was September 16, 2012, my 49th birthday. This was the day I finally became a scuba diver. Yes, it took me all that time to finally accomplish something I had wanted to do since I was in college. There are a lot of reasons why it took me so long, most of which are stupid and unimportant. The fact is, I did it and it has since put me on the path to something other than work, mortgage, retirement. It opened my eyes to something I had cut myself off from, my sense of adventure. It had gotten lost somewhere between fast living youth and responsible adulthood. How did I ever let myself fall into that? Well, I’m pretty much over adulting now.

Continue reading So, I’m starting this new blog. Right now, I’m sitting in my office in the Norfolk Federal Building. My first day back since what was termed a “Bomb Cyclone” rolled through last Wednesday evening. If you don’t know what a bomb cyclone is, think Ice Hurricane instead. It’s cold, there’s still snow an ice piled up on the streets. But who cares about all that. Let’s get to reason why I decided to start this project… The date was September 16, 2012, my 49th birthday. This was the day I finally became a scuba diver. Yes, it took me all that time to finally accomplish something I had wanted to do since I was in college. There are a lot of reasons why it took me so long, most of which are stupid and unimportant. The fact is, I did it and it has since put me on the path to something other than work, mortgage, retirement. It opened my eyes to something I had cut myself off from, my sense of adventure. It had gotten lost somewhere between fast living youth and responsible adulthood. How did I ever let myself fall into that? Well, I’m pretty much over adulting now.