When this article is being written, I am 48 years old, and getting close to turning 49. Life has not gone anywhere near like what I wanted. A large part of that is my own fault. When I graduated high school I went into the work force rather than joining the military or going to college. The older I get the more I regret those decisions.
At 17 and 18 years old I wanted to join the army and try out for special forces. Some may call that a pipe dream, while others call it silly. I call it having a dream. Par of life should be following your dreams. Rather than joining the army I got married and had children.
The other things I wanted to do, and have wanted to do all of my life is archeology and anthropology.
July 3rd of 2016 I quit my job on a tugboat. I got tired of working 100 hours a week, and I got tired of hearing grown men whine and complain. Working on a tugboat is like working around a bunch of high school teenage girls. Backstabbing, gossiping, always worried about what other people think,,, life on a tugboat was downright bad.