Wednesday, August 14, 2013

New Beginnings

June 26, 2013

Early morning clouds promise a cool day as we sit in silence - each in his own thoughts. It is the first day for all; a new beginning. We do not know each other, but when the week is done we will be bonded together as the "newbies." A new crew with but one goal - to provide a future.

Most are young kids really, barely out of their teens creating their own way. As for me and the few others of age and wisdom; we are here because we love. We've worked through our prime years and yet find ourselves struggling to provide for our families. We find ourselves in need of just a little extra to pull through the rough times.

Rough is a relative word. What our ancestors lived through before us is, by far, greater an accomplishment. History will show that what we work so hard for are the extras - extravagant lives. They worked for the basics; to live.

But like I said... its relative. I work for my family and for myself. I've had my career, now it is just about living. So why not have fun while I do so? When my last job became overwhelming and no longer was fun, I changed. Now I have fun again... I drive the city bus.  It is fun. I see some of the same people daily, but new faces as well. I'm outdoors in the not-so-fresh air and although I have a route, I am mostly independent.

What matters most to me is that I feel positive at the end of my day. I can return to my home and family less frustrated (most days) and not worried about whether or not my very productive day resulted in profits. I no longer work to exhaustion only to be told "its worthless."

I feel positive and I am happy. What more is there?

From time to time I look back at my notebooks for meanderings and the starts of various writings. I often find interesting words strung together in pathetic attempts to make sense of my own mind.  I recently cleaned out several pages from the notepad I carry at work. The best by far was not written by me but by my youngest son. I have placed it here for safe keeping... word for word and spelling not corrected. He was about 6yrs old at the time of his writing, and note should be made that his printing is the most readable of all in the family!

A story

I have a manchin that is big. I love my manchin that I live in because it is scary and spocky.

Austin Eugene Groschup-Black - age 6