Workaholic

Hogan Here!

I am anything but a workaholic.  I have my routines and occasional guard dog duty, but I have plenty of time to daydream.  But, there are serious workaholics in this world.  They are not golden retrievers and I doubt that any breed of dog could apply to the workaholic.  Maybe a workaholic is a kin to a draft horse.  If so, my human dad is a draft horse pulling a burdensome load.

The other night, the garage door opened and there was my dad with a kleenex stuffed up his nose and blood dripping on his tie, his shirt and his suit.  I thought that he'd been run over but, no, he was just coming home after a long day.  A nose bleed!  What kind of job does he have!  And, when he is not "at the office" he is home in front of a computer and a pile of books.  He reminds me of a librarian gone rogue.  I am not sure what he does.  I just know that he does what he does and what he does is what he does.  He is in a cycle of doing.  It is certainly not the cycle of life.

I know that my dad is not unusual.  Many others work in the cycle of doing.  They miss what I call the "Sweet Spot" of life when the gear is neutral and the mind is coasting into a rich imagination.  I have a "Sweet Spot" where I can be whatever I want to be and enjoy the ability to understand whomever and whatever I wish.  The "Sweet Spot" sets me into freedom and fulfillment in the everyday world that allows less.    

Hope that you have a "Sweet Spot"!  Hope that my dad will find one soon.  I think that he is my new job.  A golden at home is" Sweet Spot" insurance.  Can't go wrong with a golden!  I am going to grab a book and start a chase.  Love you, Dad

BULL STANDING IN HIS SWEET SPOT