Ironic

I write that last post in the parking lot i stopped at the first time I came to dana point. Nine years ago. I thought I was on top of the world. I had gone from being a chaplain, to a sales person, to an executive director to a director of sales in two years. I had more than doubled my salary. I leave now completely pulverized. My money, ego and sanity are all gone. I am crawling to Arizona trying to pull my life to some semblance of functionality.