Industrious

Here I sit in the heart of Milwaukee's industrial valley.  I'm working in a historical landmark building, once a factory and warehouse.  Now home to hundreds of laptop toting professionals.  But don't let the name professional fool you.  The individuals here wear blue jeans, branded t-shirts and motorcycle boots.  Yet they are very professional and focused on their job - to sell motorcycles.  The environment is surreal to me, given where I came from.  But one of the mantras here is, "...your past doesn't determine your future".   So I'm leaving my past behind.

Here in the valley I'm searching for my new industriousness.  My purpose.  My contribution to the world.  Through the windows of last evening's soft and quiet sunset I could see the full moon rising.  Across the street is another historic landmark... the brewery that made Milwaukee famous.  Well one of them anyway.  I feel miles away from the stuffy financial district.  Here life is edgy, real and honest.  The steam clouds circle the Brewery, sending a scent of yeast and barley wafting across the air.  The light from the neon sign and lamps illuminate against the dimming twilight.  It's a gritty scene, but one that is beautiful and assuring to me.