Wednesday, April 13, 2011

It's one of those days...

Where you want to be home. Where you want to be out there, instead of in here, in this office, at this computer, working because you have to, not because you want to.

Then you realize why you sit there, at that computer, at that job, dealing with mostly good people, some not as good; because it's a J.O.B.  That job, is why you have a picture of yourself sitting on the prow of your very rare Baba 35 "Flying Duchman" Pilot House Cutter, at your million dollar view of Seattle, on the north shore of Lake Union.

It's why you got to go out last weekend, among the water and the birds, your beautiful and talented first mate aboard.  It's why you will be able to go out this coming weekend, on Puget Sound, over salt water; a taste of what may be to come in your future.

It's why you have plans to pay down that debt and, if things go right, you can make the Freedom part of the Freedom Project real.  It's money, but it's not that much money.  It's do-able, possible, something within your reach.

It's on one of these days that you are grateful to be healthy, to have the beautiful and reliable Kerry and Brigadoon in your life.

And it makes one of those days at the J.O.B. not so bad after all.

1 comment:

  1. You are a great writer, Donn. I really like this piece!