Phase One, or is it Two?

I mean, is it really supposed to matter this much?
The fleeting twenties strike us each a little different,
as we roar into adulthood by the moment and cling
to the effervescent whims of our extinct adolescence.

I am no stranger to change. I feel myself defining
my world more solidly as I navigate 26...and count-
ing. I can't afford not to keep a flow of music and
service in my world. I try my best to embrace
the man I am becoming. Why "try?" Well, the
voting, property-owning world assumes that my
pity-party 20s are over and I'd better get pretty
serious pretty quick. Because, though I NEVER
USE THE PHRASE (out loud), "I'm a grown @ss man."

I've got vision. I am one who does not claim it
unless I can teach it. And, boys and girls of all
colors and creeds, religious affiliation, salad fork
users or abusers, vegan, rib-tip consumers, lovers
of western music, and after hours groovers... should prove it prior too.
I AM NOT READY FOR CHILDREN!
I AM NOT DONE GROWING INTO THE MAN
YOU WANT ME TO BE!

Head Start- Before you ask what size pampers
I wear, be sure of this.: It's MUCH TOO early
for all that and I cannot look back. Heck, I'd
look like an infantile mobster shaving and the
like. My head start is an immense blessing as
many American Blacks did not grow up with
parents like mine. They put me
through thirteen years of private school, are
still married, both professionally employed,
architects, and don't give a heck about enter-
taining guest, being members of social clubs,
eating tapas, or going to swanky dinner parties.

This is what makes me unique! I was afforded
the benefits of upper class life without the pre-
tense associated with the lifestyle. I'm a
grounded, articulate, globally minded, break
dancin, God-Fearing, good tipping, consumer
of 5 star things @ 3 star prices, luxuriously
befriended, educated, Power to the People,
non-spit talkin, clove smokin, bottled water
drinker, who tries to do either some push-ups
or crunches daily. I aspire to earn my Doctorate
in Physical Therapy, the perfect career for me.
Helping Others, while earning a living in a field
my future wife won't have to hide from her mother.

And, I'm taking my time about it. I've still got some
20s left to start my investment portfolio, so there
is still hope of not squandering my year on dubs.
Whatever happens, I feel as prepared as one can
be and still look fearlessly into the unknown
NEXT MOMENT. NOW feels great to focus the
travails of my movement with you, world.

I read of others experiencing "quarter life" crisis
and empathize a little. Fortunately for me my faith
is in place (and I'm working on getting tighter) and
I don't feel overwhelmed with my future...it's already
HERE! :c)

My only qualm is how to deal with meeting
the professional young woman who sparked
not only my emotions, but the desire to
be a provider. She's going for hers like
life depends on it and I ain't mad atter.

Cancerian Delano, in the phase of Waxing and Waning.
Full of New Potential!

...And now for the kinetic dismount: Interview today@
Benchmark PT. Teach me how to operate a clinic, please.
peace.