
The Joy and Pain of Small Callings
Unless I want to make myself miserable with unrequited ambition, I have to be okay with my small calling.
Unless I want to make myself miserable with unrequited ambition, I have to be okay with my small calling.
I sat on the boat with flippers attached to my feet and a mask and snorkel attached to my head. The safety vest hugged me snuggly as the guide explained how we step into the water, then hover just below the surface to keep the two ends of the 10-inch snorkel both in our mouth and just above the water for breathing.
I’ve been thinking about work since I was a child.
As a very young girl, I liked to help my parents work, joining them hip to hip as they cooked lunch or repaired the car. As I grew older, I didn’t like “actual” work — like picking up sticks in the yard …