Like the song says…”Teach your children well”…

My week is generally consumed with work. What needs to be done, what didn’t get finished and what’s next. At the end of it is a weekend. If I’m lucky I have planned an activity that gets me out of my home office and focuses my attention on a potential hobby, because I am always looking for a hobby. I was fortunate last week because it was Rootstech and an opportunity to continue my family opus on being fairly normal even with seriously dysfunctional relatives.

We all inherit things from our family; some genetic and some from example, like certain tastes, opinions or how you talk. While I continue to look for similarities with new family I’ve met (so far none)I do know one trait I never learned or even knew existed-how to play. This is not to say “I can’t play” but rather I can’t play on a regular basis. Like golf on Saturday’s or fly-fishing during season (both things I would like to do.) I can do it once or twice and commit my intent but something always takes precedent and is seemingly more important.

The one hobby I’ve stayed true to is writing. I have always wanted to write but couldn’t find a compelling enough topic or subject. When I expressed this to my BIL (brother in law) Pedro, he gave me a copy of “Meditations” and explained it was Marcus Aurelius talking about his day and nothing more. Obviously this is a powerful book and I am no Marcus but twenty-years after receiving this book I still treasure it and the reason behind the gift.

My late in life epiphany was my belief that my age limited my opportunities. I was certain that if I had stayed in my original career choice rather than trying something different, I would be in a much better position-financially at least. While this may or may not be true, I also appreciate that I am the culmination of all those experiences and wouldn’t want to change any of that. So now at least I am confident I can accomplish anything I want and am not limited by turning 65. I also know I can’t change the past but can affect the future, so if I want to learn how to play there is still hope for me. Did I mention my son gave me a set of clubs…