Stop Being A Museum

Somewhere over the age of 30 we begin to think we know who we are. We have become a collection of labels, married/divorced, sexual identity, educational attainment, seasoned with some adventures, successes, and failures. We take this carefully curated collection of labels and then build on it or let it ossify into a Museum of Me. The truth is that there is a whole whirling world waiting to be explored. Whether life has forced you to make changes or you just are sick of the rut that you find yourself in, it might be time to explore the possibilities. If you’d like someone riding shotgun, contact me at