Fin

When I was in my 20s I wanted to become a marine biologist. I didn’t because I just don’t know how to make such dreams a reality. Maybe cos the things I always wanted most growing up never became reality; maybe because my parents did such a good job at making me think I was not part of the real world; blah blah blah. Regardless, it’s mostly why I moved to Florida, but the dream never happened.

Whenever I told someone at Shoals that I had wanted to do that, instead of answering with the “Oh yes, everyone wants to do that; I bet you wanted to work with dolphins, too” that I expected -- that so many people say -- they said, “Why didn’t you?”

That impressed me. For of course; they’re doing it, they’re helping others do it, they see it every day. Why didn’t I?

(the real answer: fear. A life lived in fear is a life half lived. My half-life ain’t been so bad, though.)