Pain of parental divorce. Seeing things as they are? Who am I? If my parent's marriage can fail after 32 years, what of my puny life? casting about for meaning and purpose. Not finding it after canvassing for Environment California for the summer back at my Alma Mater. Perhaps a google search can turn my life around? I try "outdoor jobs" and find a bunch of intriguing and fun sounding life-choice options, but nothing I feel qualified to apply for, except possibly wilderness therapy. I can hike, and I can listen. Perhaps this novel turn in life will bring me direction? Purpose. A life of service to others--back to a way of being that brings joy.
Except it turns out I'm not qualified for that either. Shit. Now what? I biked 220+ miles to be here. I have $1000 in credit card debt and no moving stipend and no job. Shit.
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