Check out the new Substack article. The Genius of Deconstruction According to some visions or versions of life, I did mine slightly backward. Or maybe it’s that I did it just right and decided to regress and redo my 20’s in my 40’s. Either way I have had a hell of a lot of fun and undid at least some of the f*cked up programming I received in my younger years. I became a father at 18, joined the Marine Corps at about the same time. Didn’t get to college until I was about 29. Then became a grandfather by 43. Hell, that’s when the Norman Rockwell life plan would have had me getting close to retirement and settling into middle age. But... well, let’s just say that hasn’t been my experience. Now, into my early 60’s, I have been on a whole new upswing of creative activity, writing and teaching. I suppose that I am going to post a series of newsletters talking about my experiences until I get it out of my system. I hope you will bear with me in this systemic flush because there is no way to lay this journey out in one or two emails. The Renaissance Life “Life is hard but I KNOW there is a better way to live.” This has been my deep conviction, my mantra, and my rallying cry since I can remember. And that one thought has taken me to some very dark and weird places, as well as places of pure, unfettered joy and love. Mostly it has taken me on this long journey of conscious (usually) deconstruction. Explanatory interlude My use of the word “Deconstruction” only loosely aligns with Jacques Derrida’s Deconstruction Theory in the sense that you can’t just tear something down for the sake of tearing it down. We need the old to help give meaning and form to the new, and the new to give reason to the old. Way too much to elucidate fully here. My personal deconstruction has been about making space for authenticity. It’s about looking at my life with eyes wide open and seeing it for what it is, or was, and learning how to work with that reality, and make sense of it.