New Beginnings

I recently visited my home town over the holidays and was surprised to find that my wonderful brother had pulled out boxes of memories from the crawl space, only it wasn't a crawl space, it was a space under the stairs. I was ordered to go through my boxes and condense them into only a few boxes. As hard as this was for me, it was nice to purge myself of things that I've had since grade 3. Which was ages ago. I came across some great things, one of which got great laughter from Dave, Matt and I. Turns out, I was a really retarded kid. I don't even know how I passed grade 3 or 4 for that matter. I didn't know how to spell or edit, I didn't even make coherent sentences. I'm not even sure how I got this far. Somebody, please tell me, how did I even get a degree? I truly have the imposter syndrome. Someone out there has made a mistake and I should really go back to the 3rd grade, no wait, 2nd grade. Mr. Johnston, here I come.
Let me give you an example of how dumb I really am. I had to make an alphabet book, and on the letter S my saying went as follows: "S is for the number six, which is almost 19 out of 20...." What does this even mean? Or "W is for water, and there are 23 wooden sticks to burn...." What the heck?

I have three words for myself - edit, edit, edit.




Until then.

CJD