I Don't Know Why I Didn't Think of This Months Ago.
When I first started this blog, I had no idea what I was going to do with it. I had no sense of what direction I wanted to take it, and no idea where it might lead me. As of right now, I still don't know what I'm doing here. One thing I've learned in the last four months of 2003 is that I shouldn't let a little thing like certainty get in my way.
So, that's what this has turned into for me ... a voyage of self discovery. Every time I write to my blog, I learn something about myself, and I become a little less tense about my life.
But, this is not what I set out to write about in this offshoot of This Space for Rent. I mean for this to be my bio page.
What can I tell about myself when I've been reluctant to reveal to the general public what my name is?
How about a short run down? That's always cool...
Introduction #1 (from the Book of Introductions)
Since I still feel a little reserved about revealing too much, I'm only going to give my first and middle names (A la Averie Joy Monologues).
My name is David Aaron (David to acquaintances and co-workers, Aaron to my closest friends and family). I was born in Lexington Kentucky on January 1st, 1974 in the middle of a terrible ice storm. The first few years of my life are, understandably, fuzzy to me. I neither remember what kind of crib I slept in, nor my first toy.
What I can tell you, though, is that ever since I could talk, I knew I wanted to be a family man. That has been elusive up to this point, but hearing so many other people complaining about spouses and marriages, I now consider my singleness to be something of a blessing. Another thing ... if no one out there is as serious about their relationships as I would be about mine, them I'm not entirely sure I want in on all of that.
In school, I was, at best, a hit or miss kind of student. My ability to complete and/or hand in homework was terrible. I could, however, ace just about any test given on a variety of subjects. That wasn't enough to ensure I passed a class, though. In fact, I repeated the Seventh Grade ... those problems lingered into my two failed attempts at college (I'm going to try one more time soon, I hope, but this time I have a diagnosis with a learning disability. I know folks out there don't "believe" in Attention Deficit Disorder, but it is listed in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual that mental health professionals use to diagnose mental/learning disorders.)
Work hasn't been too terribly difficult, though. I've had a variety of jobs, mostly in retail outlets (I'm talking about being a stock clerk or cashier), but I've also done construction with my dad and grandfather. I worked for a while at a wastewater treatment plant (a job I enjoyed immensely), and I'm currently employed in a laboratory. (I'll not go into details about my current employment. I'm not sure what kind of trouble that would cause, but I do know I wish to avoid it.)
Which now brings me to ... well ... now. As of today, This Space for Rent has been running for six months and one day! I've been through all sorts of ups and downs on the web, and I now want to take charge of my own writing! That's right, no more (or at least not as many) random ramblings. I'm going to put more thought into what I post here. That means that occasionally, I might go a day or two without posting (this might happen on Saturdays and Sundays) because I'm going to be researching and writing perhaps a week's worth of posts.
But, to fill in any gaps, I have invited friends to help post their unique points of view to This Space for Rent. So far, I have D on board. I'm hoping for at least a couple of others.
