“We lose our way…”
Dateline: Lost & Found
Do you coast?
You got yerself a neutral shift, huh.
A mind full of lazy.
Fess up, it’s okay, all of us at sometime or another in our careers, in our lives, take the easy way, we get so that we are good at what we do, and we reach over and flip on the auto-pilot.
And we get by.
We don’t get ahead.
We don’t fall back.
We stay afloat.
We accept, good.
Good, becomes enough.
Good, becomes safe.
“How you doing?”
Really. Are you. Vanilla, is that you.
For a period of time in my life, I was Vanilla. Coasting. Had a six-figure contract, Saturdays on the Lawn Boy, a grocery store card on my key ring, three-year car leases, butt prints in a La-Z-Boy.
With little effort, I was good enough to maintain all that, even got my yearly 3.2% raise.
I was good at what I did,
Good, is bad.
“db, after 28 years, it just became a job…”
We are sitting on a log bench outside of the Big Cedar Lodge in Missouri; storm clouds are in the air, as are butterflies and hawks.
Behind us lying in a field, a bunch of ladies doing yoga, all around us a bunch of anglers lying to each other about their practice here on Table Rock Lake.
“…and I lost my drive, lost the drive I had when I was young.”
“How old are you.”
Then the bear of a man turns to look at me,
and as he talks, this is what I scribble down on my notepad,
50 years old,
“…we get back up again…”