This afternoon, I stopped for a bowl of clam chowder. Decided to enjoy it a short distance away in the place where for many years, I spent Spring and Autumn mornings and afternoons working for the city's youth soccer program. As I sat in the car, overlooking the soccer fields, the memories and flashbacks came back in waves. Those days mattered. Those days were significant. Those days were my contribution to make the world better. For many years, it felt like what I was being asked to do with my life and it was very difficult to see it all end. I had struggled for a few years with the thought of walking away for a final time. So on the final day, for the only time in all those years, I gave notice ahead of time that I couldn't work that weekend. That way, I had the walk away moment already in the past. I figured I was owed that allowance ... an exit without tears.
No comments:
Post a Comment