Now that I'm "retired" from active mothering, occasionally I regret not having a career. Or even a job. It's not that I wouldn't enjoy being gainfully employed, it's simply that no one has called and graciously invited me to walk through their door and enter the working world.
Yesterday as I was starting my morning walk, I stopped to help my neighbor put some stair treads in his truck. We got to talking about what's wrong with government, why we don't have cable tv, how we still don't know what we want to be when we grow up and wound up discussing ways to make a positive impact on our children.
As I was walking away, the thought struck me: Could it be possible that I'm right where I'm meant to be, doing what I'm supposed to be doing?
Maybe helping your neighbor really is enough.
3 comments:
Yoda thinks so.........
What the.....I thought your job was to be my subcontractor?
Chris,
Your job - as always - is to provide a uniquely colorful and refreshingly blunt lens to those around you through which they may see themselves and the world.
There's no one better and no one I know of that has impacted so many people like me and like your neighbor. (and the subcontracting doesn't hurt too!)
AC
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