Throughout my life, when things seem to be overwhelming, to me it seems like I'm pulling a wagon. When things are really bad, it's like I'm pulling a wagon up hill! During my first marriage, I was the one who would get the kids to grandma's, pick them up after work, then drag everything upstairs to get dinner started. Once I opened the door, I knew that I would find hubby sitting on the couch drinking Pepsi and eating chips. To me, that felt like I was the one pulling the wagon. Sometimes he might "walk along side" but he didn't often pull the wagon, and I was never the one who got to ride *in* the wagon. It was mostly the same with my second and third husbands as well.
There are times when you look at a job situation and you recognize that you're one of the ones who pull the wagon as well. Why is it that in life, there are wagon pullers, wagon riders and those who just walk along?
Am I noticing it more as I get older?
Or is there something about the youngest generation of workers who make it more obvious?
At my age, I'm tired of being a wagon puller. There are times when I just want to walk along with the rest of the "crowd". It's not often that I feel the need to be the wagon rider, but there are moments when it would be nice to be the one who doesn't have to be carrying the load.
With any luck, I'll be done "pulling the wagon" in less than three years!!
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