ChoiceA Story by papaed250 word bio with given beginning and endOh? Then, I should speak about choices. It’s the best way to answer your question. And yes, it’s true I’ve not been employed in 37 years.
I was never really comfortable working at a desk in a room filled with Engineers wearing white shirts and dark ties. I wore my hair a little long. I ripped my tie off after work with a little too much gusto. I tended to day dream and write poetry at my desk.
I equated office work with confinement, control, false values, drudgery, and growing fat and lethargic. I had little respect for thirty year “desk jockeys.” My spirit was elsewhere.
I moved to a small town and began to commute and rebuild an old farm house. On weekends I wore work boots and overalls and felt empowered. I used my chain saw, worked in my garden, breathed unfiltered air and smiled often.
Then I lost my job. I equated self-employment with freedom, health, real values, and happiness. So, I registered a fictitious name, made a business plan, bought some tools, advertised, hired helpers and began to run my own company.
It’s been a roller coaster thrill ride during which I expanded consciousness and sensitivity, expressed my muse, moved through subcultures, professions, bad times and really good times.
In this album we see pictures of smiling grandchildren, of Christmas and birthday parties, of houses I’ve loved, and a picture of myself in a conservative suit with serious expression. Just remember, that is only appearance. © 2009 papaedFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on September 28, 2009 AuthorpapaedKansas City, MOAboutno erudite pontifications, no complex extrapolations no intentional hurtful lies, just simple age-wise aliteration and prose, of a man who's in the throes of living day to day from his head down to.. more..Writing
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