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ADULT EDUCATION : THE PRICE OF GROWTH

These days, I am not as interested in adult education as I am in education as an adult. I decided to pursue my interest in writing thirty years after my clinical practice. I started with content writing gradually, modifying and learning new skills to create content.

Some call it a side hustle, while others refer to it as an alternative career. For me, it was a hobby. I began writing stories, events, and experiences on my blog.

I loved creating stories and the experience it provided to me. I remembered the times I wrote for my school magazine.

As the words poured out, my M (memory) drive replaced the C and D drives. My family encouraged me to invest in myself and explore my interests.

I looked around to search for my interests. I found naught; I dived deep, and even bigger naught awaited.

In a world dominated by artificial intelligence, I took my first step to make the unbelievable believable. I drifted onward, propelled by curiosity and a yearning to accomplish, embrace, explore, create, and remember, in vast emptiness, there’s still room for imagination.

The idea of making pivots has never been so acceptable. Not to refute the fact that they demand extensive work physically, emotionally, and mentally, and have tremendous uncertainty about their demands.

Nature yields secrets for those who wish to see, and I stumbled upon mine. Bit by bit, piece by piece, I picked the clues. Staggering often but still trying my best. I tread this ledge from cursive to creative.

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