Now that that is over, it seems I feel I can move on.

That some purpose has been set, that has not yet been revealed to me.

I was shown a path of philosopher, poet, warrior in my youth, culminating in my few years of skilled service.

Beyond that I rapidly found success, and built a 20 year career using my ‘warriors eye’ to secure technology, culminating in a huge financial success for the people who gave me a leading role.

And now, I become a teacher.

That was to make me what I needed to be.  Those were the steps, with one glaring exception; sobriety.

That was always supposed to be the hardest one.  And it would be the one I learned most from.  Nobody has ever helped me, and in helping myself, maybe I can learn to help others better, and teach others to help themselves.

But, now I am here, and I do not know what that means, and I cannot keep waiting for something to happen.

Yet, I do not know what to do.