Palliativity 138: Running Free

I’m turning 28 in a couple of days. “Twenty-something” doesn’t quite fit like it used to.

2012 is my 10 year highschool re-union, but I’m not planning on Gross-Point-Blanking my way into the past just yet.

From K-12 I went to one of the best private schools in Chicago and I am thankful for my education everyday. I was a scholarship kid of a diverse background at a school trying to fight their wealthy, Waspy image. Amen. It’s a crowd that’s hard to keep-up with, but you learn quickly to not stand-out— even if it’s your differentness that got you there in the first place.

Today, I remain rich in family, friends, honor and history. My four part-time jobs suit me just fine: Artist, Social Media/Graphic Designer, Judo Sensei, Archivist— This isn’t just me staying busy. I believe in everthing I am doing.

still…

My school friends remain rich in money and it’s hard not to feel put down at times for my lack of advanced degrees, nice car to complain about or more than one good suit. I can feel them slipping away from me in social stature, job security and how I simply must visit someplace I could never afford to go to, just for fun.

and yet…

You are here reading this story and that means so much to me. You remind me that there are more important things in life and that I’m on a mission: I’m trying to make the world a better place; one art-piece, one interview, and one child at a time.

Thank you.

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p.s. these Free-runnners are amazing!