So I graduated, again.

This time I got a 4.0, which means that I take care of fish real good now!

Teehee.

I'm a bit punchy, I'll be driving across the country in a few days, for my internship. It's been busy here at the house.

Hopefully more to come...

~Brian

My wife and I often experience similar things in our life, serendipitously our situations converge so that when the one brings up what's going on internally, the other is right there on the same page. This has been happening recently, perhaps spurred-on by the rapid changes in our lives brought on by my education, and professional goals, all coming to a head in the next few months. So when I read my wife's post, I was inspired to write a parallel response-post, drawing from her brilliant posting style, and giving my perception of the changes in my life. All similarities to her post are intentional, and meant out of deep respect.


Dudes – what do you remember about your late 20's? Do you remember having, what for lack of a better description could be described as, a schema-shift? I feel like I've been climbing a mountain, during this whole “growing up” thing. Now I'm here, at the edge of a precipice, my whole life laid out before me in either direction. The view is awesome. My life is everything I could have ever asked of it, and I am content at this point. But I recognize that while I wasn't paying attention, I've gone and become a man, and I never really expected that. While the me of now might still be recognizable to the me of ten years ago, I have fundamentally changed. I remember a time when I didn't understand people like the me.

My personality is changing. My preferences are changing. My opinions, thought patterns, and to some extent, even my biology is changing. I feel like I am solidifying. There was a time when I was afraid of taking a stand, afraid of leading, of taking charge. It's like time, wisdom, and experience are leaving behind tiny drops of character with every drip, with each tick of the clock, with each time I have to charge into a scary and unfamiliar situation, or stand in the gap, and push back the forces that threaten to destroy my family, a stalagmite of character is forming!
Listen to me!?!? Even the words I use to describe myself are changing, where once I was a follower, scattered, overly-sensitive, weak, passive, soft, these have solidified into a man that seems to find himself taking charge of a group, focused on the task at hand, not letting sentimentality cloud my vision, strong beyond my expectation, assertive, and able to be hard when it's needed...even dare I say... “paternal”?

Did you go through this transformation, did you recognize it during this time in your life?
Because I look at myself in the mirror these days, and compared to the kid that looked back 10 years ago, there is no resemblance to who I was.
Not that I'm complaining, this new “manly me” is better equipped to function as God expects the male leader of a family to function. I am becoming the man I've always known I was supposed to be, but never knew how to become. I am resolved.

It's just shocking to go from the marshmallow teddy bear of a weakling that I was, the guy who was NEVER the first in line, to a guy who calmly, yet seriously, stands up and gets the job done. Roll your eyes if you wish, I know I would have if a 29 year-old friend of mine had said any of this to me when I was 19, but this is for real.

Ashley's not pregnant (just so you know), and the fact that I feel the need to actually be able to support my family before I start one, is a part of this new me.

I just feel like I am calcifying into a father, before I actually become one.

It's weird.

The parts of me that are still a kid, are kinda intimidated by this new presence. They are giving him some space as it were. I don't know how all this will play out, I suppose that no one can. But I know that I can't turn back, I can't let someone else do it anymore.

Against some forces I have not yet been tested, but I know this: when MY Balrog steps into MY bridge, I'll make sure that my family is behind me, and then I'll stand up and tell that demon of old “You SHALL NOT PASS!”

I'm not afraid anymore...

~Brian

As some of you may have noticed (as a result of the pictures to the right of this post), I now have enough time in my schedule to make fish art!

Since Ashley is an ultra-mega website and marketing guru, she has set up an online shop for me to sell my batik/tie-dye/hand-drawn shirts.

All I have on there right now are men's XL t-shirts (because we bought 20 or so of them a while ago), but I'll have more stuff up soon, and am willing to do custom requests (including designs, colors, sizes, and clothing styles).

Anyway, that's what exciting right now, I like that I have time for art again, it's been a while, a long while actually!

Any questions?

~Brian

PS. For those who have not read Ashley's page, or have somehow otherwise been able not to hear, I finally got confirmation that I've been accepted for the New England Aquarium Internship this summer! Ashley and I will be spending the summer “back east”!!!

Well, I have fought the good fight this term.

It was a marathon of fishy knowledge, I crammed a lot of things in my head that I hadn't even imagine existed, I faced-up to one of the most challenging terms I have yet had in my collegiate experience.

Between Internship applications, paid internship applications, and actual job applications in the aquarium husbandry field, I am making plans daily that would make the 16 year-old version of myself proud.

But to the immediate consideration at hand, for my toil, the grades.

Straight A's, second term in a row!

Who's gonna stop me now???

~Brian

PS. Sorry for the gloating, it won't last long...

Acts 26:24
"While Paul was saying this in his defense, Festus said in a loud voice, "Paul, you are out of your mind! Your great learning is driving you mad.""






I just made a brownie-cake which Ashley and I decorated like a Trichodina.

Trichodina is a ciliate protozoa.

That's a fish parasite.

I'm taking it to my Fish Health Management final tomorrow.
~Brian