Now in My Twenties

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...

So there I was. All dressed up and in my car, following the voice of my GPS, making turn after turn. I had made a wrong turn sometime earlier, making my GPS go into overdrive trying to steer me back the right way. She insisted I go back to the main road (I programmed my GPS to have a female voice; no way would my pride be able to take another man’s voice telling me what to do.) Turn right, turn left, left again, she said. But, of course, to no avail. Finally, I accepted the undeniable truth; I would not get to my destination tonight. My destination was a restaurant in a very business-y section of downtown Fort Worth. A local group was meeting there tonight for after-hours drinks and networking. I hadn't been to these meetings in almost a year. Not quite sure how I felt about going back. But the voices of all the no-nonsense career experts kept talking in my head, “It’s not what you know, but who you know.” As usual, I listened and did as I was told. But I have to admit, th...