3 Minutes to Go

Do you still watch the clock like you did when you were a kid in school?  Watching the minutes tick down  . . . . ready to flee the building at full speed?   Or does work await you at home that makes work look more attractive than going home?   Or do relationships at home await you that are more work than those at work, where roles and responsibilities may be clearer?  

Be still . . . work hard.

In the second grade, I wrote and illustrated three books.   They were so good, the school had me read them to the Kindergarten.    Or maybe, Kindergarten teachers need a break so if second graders can entertain the class  . . .

By the fourth grade, I knew it was my calling to be an author.   I loved to write.   In seventh grade and again in the twelfth grade, I received writing awards.  In college I majored in English . . . for the first year.   My sophomore year, I changed my major to Industrial Engineering.  My physics professor, Dr. Kenny was very concerned.   He said my lab reports were beautfiully written and that if I became an engineer, it might crush my spirit and I might never write.   He was wrong -- and right.   It did not crush my spirit, but I did not write.

After decades of working as an engineer and as a mother, many of my friends have written books.  Often, when I am speaking, people say "you should write a book".   Really?   Who would read it?   And why?   Then, my good friend and mentor, Bill Englehaupt (at lunch, while handing me a copy of HIS new book), suggested that I write a blog.  

So here it is.    If many people read it, perhaps it will have become a book.  If no one reads it, perhaps it will still become a book.