A book I wrote, A PLACE CALLED BROOKLYN |
I also sat remembering all the meetings I attended in suits and ties that would no longer be needed, the countless weekends I thought about what was on my desk and what I took home with me for the next day’s battles. I wondered how all this would feel. No more Sunday afternoon blues that started around 5:00 PM and carried into the ongoing evening, as I went to bed.
My first job at an award ceremony that I won! |
So I thought.
Today, I find myself with business meetings, squeezing things together to meet deadlines and facing new challenges. Instead of allowing all the expensive programs to lapse into outdated I am buying new ones or updating the ones I have.
I now have more meetings and business lunches than I need and frankly wish it will all end. The problem seems to be me, I love the creative challenges that can come my way and can’t say NO to any of it!
I’m afraid that I will stop being relevant to the World and myself if I stop doing what I love. What makes me happy and continue to do so is just plain stupid love. When I love I fall hard. Be it a wife, child, or grandchild, and I can include friends, which is what happens.
So, I am a retread, someone who is reinventing himself a little more until the day comes I am a complete vision of what I want to be and close my eyes for good.
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