|Me on the well digger at our hold home in Pennsylvania 1982 - how butch can you get?|
Okay folks, I'm back on track again. I was derailed for a day but I think I've come to terms with my issues and today's reality.
Talking about being derailed, when I was a kid I used to have a Lionel electric train set. I loved playing with my trains. But then there was that one time I got my trains out and ran them and something wasn't quite right. Oh sure, the train was running around the track but it was slightly lopsided and not running smoothly. I speeded up the train but then it went off the tracks. I put the train back on the tracks, this time I lined up the train wheels with the tracks and the train ran smoothly. This is a good metaphor to illustrate how I sometimes feel with my life. Sometimes, even though I'm "going round the tracks" I'm a bit lopsided and if I speed up, I derail. That's what happened yesterday at work and at home.
I've since made amends both at work and at home. Anyone who knows me knows that I occasionally "go off the tracks." I'm not trying to justify my actions (well, maybe I am) but that is part of my DNA. My Pop, Mother and one brother have all done it. My other brother (John) never has, for which I greatly admire him. Maybe that's why his occupation is a care pastor at his church, a job which he loves. A job I could never do. But I'm suited for my job as a hotel front desk person. Except when I get the "do you have a pool?" question for the umpteenth time (we don't).
So I'm back folks. Did you miss me?