Every bone in my body seems to say about Real Joe: “This is what’s needed.” But I can’t be sure. Besides, if I don’t yet have the skills to sail in this storm, I’ve got to figure out a different way to learn the skills or sail a different route. Maybe the book route?
I keep reminding myself that “I’m entitled to the joy of work, just not the results.” I’ve got to realize that there are likely many other ways to enjoy working at this. If so, I need help to see the signs and interpret them… and help accepting the message if it’s not something I desire. I guess this my struggle to make sense of the prayer, “Make me an instrument of peace.”
I wonder what would be different with Joe if none of the family medical stuff happened this year? I don’t know that it helps to think this way but let’s see where it goes. We’d have more money. I’d have gotten further along in the same amount of time. But I’d have fewer excuses! And I wouldn’t have had these challenging life situations which have presented me not only with an AFOG, but the opportunity to apply in my own life some of the principles and tools that Real Joe will hopefully provide to others.
So it’s all been a good experience, both personally and professionally. I’m grateful. Or as we say here in Minnesota, “It could be worse.”