Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Anonymous?


There are a lot of reasons for making this anonymous.  I really struggled with the idea at first.

But as I watched one of my employees write a decidedly nonymous blog about her burnout and the drudgery of working for me, I realized just how foolish it would be to attach my name to things.  After all, how can the boss talk about his burnout.

Secondly I am growing bitter and jaded in a profession that demands idealism, or at least the appearance of idealism.  Almost every day I have occasion to tell someone what I do and the universal response is “wow that must be rewarding.”  Now to complain of any kind of job in todays economy seems like extreme ungratefulness, but it no longer feels rewarding.  Most days I do it because it is all I know how to do.

Finally, although I am hardly known outside of a very small circle, I depend on public support for much of what I do.  These are not times that lend themselves to sharing politics without losing almost precisely half of your support.  If people won’t patronize restaurants when their politics differ from that of the owner, they certainly won’t support a nonprofit whose ideology just might be suspect to begin with.

It is not like I have the illusion that I can really hide.  If anyone wants to figure out who writes this blog it shouldn’t be too hard.  But in past attempts at blogging my readership has consisted of my parents and on very rare occasions, my wife, so I will take my chances.  My concealment will be indifference.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

You Better Get To It


Last month our city hosted a very popular marathon.  The course passed close to my house and even though I am not a morning person, I got up early with my eight year old son and walked the block and half to an aid station that was set up on the course.  My son was quickly put to work handing out water to the runners as they went by, while I settled in to watch with a couple of neighbors. 

Runners had been going by for sometime when an elderly woman in a velour jumpsuit, carrying a small dog walked up to us.  She was on her way to the park to walk the dog and was surprised at the road closure.  “This is a big deal isn’t it,” she said as runners continued to stream past. I explained to her what was going on.  There were close to 20,000 runners in the race.  “And they run 26 miles?” she asked incredulously.

“Yes,” I said, and then, “it is something I have always wanted to do someday. “

She looked me up and down with a strange expression and then burst out, “Someday?! You better get to it.  You don’t look like you have forever.”

I am not really that old.  According to a study that was recently published I am not even middle aged for another 4 years.  But I don’t have forever, either.  I better get to it.