“Well, you have your degree. Now you’re going to get an education.” One of my professors said that to me the night I graduated. She was correct.

A few weeks later I had moved with my new bride (who is now my not-so-new bride but exciting nonetheless) to Northern Arizona for our first post-college, degree-enabled job. Four years of formal education delivered by some of academia’s finest minds would lead one to think that graduates of the program would be equipped for very good work.

Our first morning there, I stepped outside, looked up into the clear Arizona sky, and said right out loud, “I have no idea what I am supposed to do.”

I figured it out eventually.

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