My mother was a workaholic. She adored being among the first generation of women who left their children with a babysitter and went out into the working world every day. She made a place for herself in an area that was predominantly male. She was a huge success.
My sister has done the same!
And yet, here I sit, in front of my computer. I perform most of the work that I do right from the comfort of my own sofa.
And yet, I know I am my mother's daughter! Number one, the physical characteristics that mark the two of us make me an uncanny look alike!
While I love my work, I'm not so sure I'd love it if I had to go out and work a nine-to-five every day!
So, what does that make me?
A colleague replied to my query in an email today:
"Gee, genetically altered?"
I leave it at that for this posting.
Searching the past for a better future!
Have a great weekend!!!