I recently visited my son’s school for Career Day where I got to get up in front of a class of 50 or so 11-year olds and pretend that I’m an adult. What a scary idea, me giving career advice that could possibly change the course of some poor 5th grader’s life. My brain kept flashing back to my college choice that was mainly made by the offering of a free pencil and a $500 scholarship. Facepalm my life and all of my early decisions.

When we got to Q&A the children delighted me with many honest and great questions. Like:

• Where do you go on your break? (um… somewhere where there is food usually)
• Have you ever wanted to quit your job for just one reason? (just one?!)
• How many other jobs have you worked? (Around 9. Close to the number of my sexual partners, coincidentally. Just kidding… or am I?)
• What other job have you worked? (McDonalds. And I rocked it in the drive through until a lie about a flat tired got me knocked down a notch.)

The best question is always the hardest to answer. And it was this:

What is the hardest part of your job.

My answer: “Monday”

I asked the kids if it was hard for them too and one bright student said “it’s like I’m duct taped to my bed”.

That was me. This morning. And lately every morning.

Intent:

My intent for today is to be quiet and peaceful inside of myself. To listen to others and not contribute to the confusion, posturing, and general chaos of the environment.

Gratitude:

I’m grateful for the opportunity to go on the “Trail Run – aka night hike/careful walk/scramble” at Bootleg Canyon this weekend. It was cold, windy, dirty, refreshing, invigorating, and at some points hard, but totally worth it.