Back in Jr and Sr High School, at least when I was a kid, we had to take a test to help us figure out what jobs would be a “good fit” for us when we grew up. I took these time and time again, and the results were so not memorable that I honestly can’t remember one job that I was a good fit for.
There was a time I wanted to be a truck driver, but I think this was mostly due to the song Convoy when I was a kid. With my lack of skills of backing up a vehicle with a trailer, I think the world is VERY lucky I never followed this up. I also thought being a helicopter pilot would be fun as well, but again, I never looked into it.
Then, in high school, I tool a forestry class. I loved it, and thought I wanted to be a forest ranger… Continue reading “I wonder…”
Way back in 1995, when I first thought about climbing Mt. Rainier, I started reading real life adventure books. Up in the attic, in 4 big tupperware containers is the resulting library. I have books on mountain climbing, arctic travels, rafting rivers and, of course, cycling. (We have a small house and no room for a big book case)
I am reading one now, and will review it as soon as I am done. As much as I enjoy them, sometimes they make me sad. Here I am, living a cushy life, soft bed, great wife, plenty of food, and a decent job. Yet when I read these stories, I see what I could have done when I was younger.
Shoot I have one friend, Sarah, (Honoring my Compass ) who is currently cycling Patagonia, and another two friends Megan and Poodle (Great World Trek) who motorcycled from Tierra del Fuego to Texas, and will now go from Ethiopia to South Africa.
Instead I did the responsible thing, got a job, raised two great kids and got tubby…
But then last week, I read something that made my day. Continue reading “An adventure can happen any time you are on 2 wheels”
I saw a Facebook post today that inspired this post. Before I get into it though, I want to be clear. I like my job, I like what I do, I like my boss and I feel I am DAMN good at what I do. I am a corporate trainer at the Mighty P, and as I explain it: I mold the Mighty P’s youth (new hirers) in my own image! Yep I raise them from pups!
But all this being said it is still a job Continue reading “It’s called work for a reason.”