Before my father began his own business in manufacturing, he contemplated becoming a marine mechanic. A lover of the sea and anything close to it, he thought it might be a good idea if he refrained from doing the one thing he loved -- not so much because he couldn’t, but because he didn’t have the desire to do so. While I don’t know that he would have been any less successful at any thing else than manufacturing, I do know that I’m still thankful he didn’t become a marine mechanic because while someone should be passionate about their career, one should never convert a hobby to a career.

So suddenly this blog suffers, because my hobby is now my career. And while I’m not ready to abandon it, it’s getting a bit lost in the day to day of my week and instead of enjoying it, it’s becoming more of something that I am obligated to do.

On the same note, there is a completely different side to this virtual coin. It’s quite amazing how suddenly your personal thoughts become clear when you spend your day trying to put other’s thoughts into writing. So forgive me if the blog is sparse. I am not lost. My job did not eat me alive. And contrary to popular belief, everyone is just fine here at WOF.com.

posted by paula 9:51 PM