{"id":207,"date":"2008-09-01T22:38:14","date_gmt":"2008-09-02T05:38:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kmwoley.com\/blog\/?p=207"},"modified":"2008-09-01T22:39:20","modified_gmt":"2008-09-02T05:39:20","slug":"oh-the-places-youll-go","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kmwoley.com\/blog\/oh-the-places-youll-go\/","title":{"rendered":"Oh, The Places You’ll Go!"},"content":{"rendered":"

“You have brains in your head.
\nYou have feet in your shoes.
\nYou can steer yourself
\nany direction you choose.
\nYou’re on your own.\u00a0 And you know what you know.
\nAnd YOU<\/em> are the guy who’ll decide where to go.”
\n– Dr. Seuss, Oh, the places you’ll go!<\/a><\/p>\n

Just as the good doctor says, only you can tell the places you’ll go.\u00a0 This fall brings for me that event that almost every high school (the musical?)<\/a> graduate loves or loathes: the 10 year high school reunion. Plans have been made, R’s have been SVP’d, and I’m not part of them.\u00a0 But the thought of where we’ve all gone in the last 10 years got me thinking.<\/p>\n

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Part of this introspection began a few months ago over dinner with someone about 7 years my senior. As she listed her accomplishments between the ages of (cough<\/em>) and (cough+7<\/em>) I started to think of the span between 17 and today; my initial list was pretty short in comparison to hers, but its bigger than I expected:<\/p>\n