Another reminder of why I love my job
Whew, it’s been a busy spring and summer.
Why do I feel like I’m in a rut, then?
Busy doesn’t mean I’m doing a lot of different things. When I’m heading down the highway at zero-dark-thirty, preparing to slide my boat off its trailer and get ready for another day on the lake – for the seventh day in a row – it’s hard to not feel like the commute, the meet-and-greet and all the rest isn’t somewhat akin to having a “real” job.
Don’t get me wrong, each day on Lake Michigan is a new adventure, usually with new people or at least with people I haven’t seen since last year or the year before. I thoroughly enjoy the experience. But by the time I get back home, tidy up some loose ends from the day and settle in, I haven’t thought, “Oh! I need to go post a blog about …”
When Rod and his father, Rod Sr., climbed aboard my boat a couple days ago and told me, “I want to catch a fish big enough to get my photo in your blog in www.outdoornews.com,” I was determined to “make it so,” as Capt. Piccard would say.
It wasn’t the best day of fishing ever. It wasn’t the worst. The lake was calm, enough fish came to the party to keep things interesting and, best of all, the two Rods caught some beautiful fish, certainly handsome enough to post in a blog for Michigan Outdoor News.
With days like this, it’s pretty easy when driving to the lake at zero-dark-thirty in the morning to admit, regardless if it’s work, that I love my job.