My wife asked me last night, "What are you dreading the most about going back to work tomorrow?"

I replied, "I will not have a purpose. Again."

She said, "That's too deep to hear before going to bed."

That statement rattled me as much as my wife that evening. I tossed and turned all night. I looked at the clock change its green minutes at least five times. Pathetic I should feel this way prior to going to work at a cush job.

Did my wife's grandfather ever go through similar periods of reflection doing his job? He worked as a milkman, then a newspaper delivery guy who distributed the bundles to various newspaper boys in the wee hours of the morning for 30 years. A union blue collar fellow to the core.

Me: Union white collar fellow who questions the meaning of life far too often. I feel like a motiviational speaker between gigs. Do they feel as guilty when not on stage? Or, a highly paid reference librarian at an esteemed university sipping coffee and checking the status of their amazon order between queries. Even if that time equates to helping seven people in eight hours.

Too honest or too deep for a Monday?

Thank Mother Nature I have a connection to my family and Crossfit.

Tootles,
Bud