WStack History Part 2

I used to play guitar in a rock band. It was great. My friends and I started the band in high school. We never thought that it would become anything, but to our surprise it became our everything.

As a band, you play a lot of gigs. We made CDs and signed to record labels, but the gigs were where we buttered our bread. My nights were full of driving and rocking and drinking and laughing. My days were full of sleeping and recovering and meditating. The first years were a drunken rocket ship. The second five years spun like a satellite, orbiting in space. I married. Unmarried. Drank. Sobered up. Got drunk. I met a lot of great people and spent a lot of time avoiding people who weren’t so great. It was a world of contrasts. Euphoric and depressive. You danced to the music in order to forget your everyday worries.

As I rode my bike home from the Potomac River, I didn’t have a worry in the world. I was content. I had found my calling. I would teach, and, through teaching, I would help people live better lives. Things were looking good.