What alternative career paths have you considered or are interested in?

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When I think about alternate paths, I don’t lean toward regret so much as curiosity. I made the choices I needed to make—provide for my family, show up when it mattered, carry the weight I was handed without folding. That path shaped me, and I don’t flinch from it.

I’ve always wanted to write, and I’m doing that. I wanted a life that mattered to someone beyond myself, and I lived that out as a soldier. And the best job I’ve ever had—the one nobody prepared me for but I’d sign up for again without hesitation—is being a parent. Nothing outshines that.

But there were other lives tugging at me from the edges.

If you were to look at my bookshelves, you might think I was quietly running a used bookstore out of my living room. My grandchildren even thought I lived in a library for a while. I just smiled and let them believe it. Honestly, the only thing keeping me from opening a bookstore is the part where you’re expected to sell the books. I understand the business model—I’m just not convinced it’s for me.

Books and music have always been my constants. If life had tilted differently, I could’ve easily become the old guy at the record store or the corner bookstore—the one who knows exactly which album you need on a bad day or which worn-down paperback might knock some truth loose in you. There’s a version of me in another timeline handing people vinyl and saying, “Trust me,” then going back to alphabetizing the Miles Davis section for the fifteenth time.

Maybe that’s the thread through all of it: stories and sound have always been the places I went to breathe.

And the wild thing is, I’m basically living that alternate life now. Not in a storefront, but through the work I do—curating, writing, sharing pieces of music and meaning, building spaces where people come to find something they didn’t know they needed. Turns out you don’t need a counter or a cash register to play that role. Just shelves full of books, stacks of vinyl, and enough stubborn joy to keep the doors open in your own way.

So yes, there were other paths I might’ve walked. But the one I chose? It mattered. And the one I’m building now—this mix of writing, art, story, and sound—might just be the closest I’ve ever come to living all my alternate lives at once.