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juggling life When I woke this afternoon, I felt old. The thought that I am going to be thirty this year filled my mind. I started to wonder how did it happen. When did I live three decades? When did I reach this age that seemed so distant at one time in my life? Then just as suddenly as it happened it went away. My plea for more responsibilities at work was heard. They understand me and they don't want me to leave. Tomorrow morning we are going to discuss some new plans and I'll get some more one on one training next week. It feels good to have some attention given my way. Honestly all of this makes me happy, because I didn't want to leave. I am tired of selling myself to strangers and trying to find the ideal job. I also don't think I am settling here either. The company that I work for is a solid company and it could be very good for me. I just need to push them a little to get what I want. I should also see myself at the crest of something big. I should see myself as the founder of third shift rather than a neglected member of a crew. Yes, I am very good at putting a spin on something when I feel the need to do so. Simon and Garfunkel once said that a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest. Plus my days of just being a poor boy whose story is seldom told are dwindling. My friend Dan in California used to joke that you knew that you were getting old when you found the moms in television commercials hot. As for me I have breathed a sigh of relief to find out that Selma Blair on Zoe, Duncan, Jack and Jane is not sixteen, but in fact twenty-six. I was starting to worry about myself there for a moment.
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