Career Path

So much for beginning to post every week!

Life asserts itself and,with two sons graduating, one from College and one from High School, my parents visiting for 2 weeks, a sprained ankle, and my youngest son in his first triathlon along with working 60 hrs a week lately, I have been busy! And therein lies the rub!

I am feeling that my career path is no longer a "Path with a Heart". I am working 60 hours a week, tied to a mortgage, with not enough time to Live my Life and pursue what I Love. Don't get me wrong, I love what I do but it has taken over my life and I feel like I am living to work. It was OK when I was supporting one son through college and providing a home and good living environment for my other son. But now, it's all I can do just to pay the mortgage, and there is no money left to support my second son through college.

My heart tells me now that the path with a heart is to pursue whatever it takes to support my son through college and possibly change my career path to do it.



And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
All urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
and all work is empty save when there is Love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself,
one to another, and to God.
And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your
beloved were to wear that cloth. It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house. It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit. It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit. And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.
Work is Love made visible.
~ Kahlil Gibran

If we knew we were on the right road, having to leave it would mean endless despair. But we are on a road that only leads to a second one and then to a third one and so forth. And the real highway will not be sighted for a long long time, perhaps never. So we drift in doubt, but also in an unbelievable beautiful diversity. Thus the accomplishment of hopes remains an always unexpected miracle. But in compensation, the miracle remains forever possible.
~ Franz Kafka