Getting called into work on a Sunday afternoon <<<<<<<<

(You know, I do feel like I ought to be at least more grateful that I have a job to go to at this point in time, but some things just aren't worth spending time away from my wife and kids...)

I used to like posting more personal "stuff" more when I was younger and more directionless, so forgive me for this brief moment of self-reflection (for lack of a better term)...

I've been pondering what the rest of my working years are going to look like, and that gets very tough when you've been basically doing the same thing for two decades.

This job was perfectly fine when I was younger and only had the next "happy hour" to get to. Now...

...I'm not so sure what it is I have the ability to do. Try having the "you're destined to be a winebibbing bum" threats from your Dad seared into your soul as you face having to be the provider and patriarch of a family now.

(To this day, I still have no idea how any father can put their own children down like that. Okay, your fathers were terrible to you, why does that mean you have to carry on that tradition?)

Perhaps in theory I could do something different, work toward something different (at least professionally), but maybe I don't know how to think, process, or learn? Maybe Dad was right and the list of what I have the ability and talent to do is severely limited?

The worst thing of all is that the one thing I can actually say my Dad significantly contributed to my life was self-doubt. I can't even begin to tell you how bad that sucks.

Anyway. I'll tie a bow on this thread and take my answer off the air.

/fin