It was a cold, wet morning. (The story gets better from here). Twelve lift stops and an umbrella grab was enough to put my timing off. On Monday morning, I walk twenty minutes to a bus stop to get me in time for a 5am start at work. Today, I had to catch a cab. An older man was waiting at the bus stop, stifling curses at the cold weather and the possibility of being late to work. I offered him a ride, but he insisted on waiting for the bus.
I made a mental note to write about recognizing opportunity.
The weather flipped as quick as a Superman costume change.
Lately, I've been asking the members at my gym about their life outside treadmills, body fat, weights and yoga classes. Today, I got grilled about my subjects at college. Actually, I was asked politely about my apologetics class. Found out my interrogative gym friend was part of a book club and they'd just read Sam Harris' new book. After promising to give me his copy, the man stepped aside for an old lady. She asked about my weekend and we had a short discussion about how people in the city subject themselves to enormous stress. "Margrit," I said, "You always look relaxed, how do you keep yourself above water?" She laughed and said she retired from full time work recently. She rubbed her stomach in quick circles, "I eat right, keep this right (pointing to her head) and stay active."
"What did you do for work?"
"Interior design, typography and taught the psychology of colour at TAFE."
How very interesting, I thought. I could never be bored at work, not when nearly every second person I meet seems to live an interesting existence.
I made a mental note to write about recognizing opportunity.
The weather flipped as quick as a Superman costume change.
Lately, I've been asking the members at my gym about their life outside treadmills, body fat, weights and yoga classes. Today, I got grilled about my subjects at college. Actually, I was asked politely about my apologetics class. Found out my interrogative gym friend was part of a book club and they'd just read Sam Harris' new book. After promising to give me his copy, the man stepped aside for an old lady. She asked about my weekend and we had a short discussion about how people in the city subject themselves to enormous stress. "Margrit," I said, "You always look relaxed, how do you keep yourself above water?" She laughed and said she retired from full time work recently. She rubbed her stomach in quick circles, "I eat right, keep this right (pointing to her head) and stay active."
"What did you do for work?"
"Interior design, typography and taught the psychology of colour at TAFE."
How very interesting, I thought. I could never be bored at work, not when nearly every second person I meet seems to live an interesting existence.