Now in My Twenties

"Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life," I thought that Sunday night, eager for morning to come.   Okay maybe not that intense. But it is the first day of my new job as a journalist/writer and I couldn’t be more excited. See, this isn’t just any ordinary job. It’s the career transition I have been wanting for a long time. It’s my move back to my greatest passion in life—writing. All my life, all I ever wanted to do was write. I wrote in my personal journal through my elementary, middle, and high school years. I wrote for the school paper in college. I worked as an editor for a couple of years after college, and I always continued to write here and there. Back to the cubicle life, but I'm cool with it :) But life derails, as it so often does. And I found myself needing to make more money, wanting to challenge my knowledge and skills, and become my own financially-stable person. So I did want any normal person does when career options see...

This is Taos Pueblo. Today’s adventure led me to a historic landmark and a present-day living community, Taos Pueblo . What some may consider a cool tourist stop others consider home. Native Americans have inhabited Taos Pueblo for more than one thousand years and still today keep the adobe dwellings in mint condition. Seeing these multi-storied dwellings, I couldn’t help but think, “ If walls could talk, these would have a lot to say .” These occupied residences could be the oldest survivable historic landmark in all of history. Visiting the Taos Pueblo, I also could not help but ponder on our gross consumerism in our everyday American lives. The comparison to want versus need here in Taos Pueblo to want versus need in our daily lives is striking. The people are humble here, content with what they have, honoring their community. In fact, it is the young adults, possibly no older than twenty, who proudly serve as tour guides, beginning their dialogue with the sent...