How I spent my Saturday night and other horrors

I could have found better things to do with my time.

I could have been out celebrating Halloween with friends. I could have enjoyed the final minutes of an interesting Clemson-Florida State college football game. I could have even caught up on some writing. (Goodness knows my blog needs more than a little attention.)

However, my children, my 20-year-old college sophomore and my 17-year-old high school senior, needed my wife and I fill out and electronically submit the Free Application for Federal Student Aid (FAFSA).

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Things that make me go: Hmm

I’ve written lately about taking a trip back to my happy place and even things that I would change if I were king of the world. Until both of those happen, I’m writing today about a few of the things that confuse the hell out of me.

We all have them, life’s little annoyances, pests, thing that you just can’t figure out for the life of you. Here’s a few of mine:

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A trip back to my happy place

The water slaps gently against the shore. I take a deep breath and draw-in the cool breeze blowing across my face, the warm sand on my feet, and the squawk of the seagulls overhead foraging the beach for food.

The stress that has built up in my chest over two months of starting work at the crack of dawn and staying late at the office until the sun has gone down starts to slip away, piece by piece, breath by breath. The stakeholder update I promised my program manager and the script for the training video that I’ve been mulling and working on every chance I get are both very distant memories. That’s not all. My upcoming annual performance review with my boss that will make or break how I’m viewed in my organization has completely slipped my mind.

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The faith of a child

My youngest son stormed into the house angry and ran up the stairs to his room. My wife came in a minute later and had a pained look on her face. My son, who recently turned 12, was frustrated that he had to go his one-evening-a-week religious education class.

He would have rather spent the evening reading a good book, playing X-box with his friends, or just chilling in his room. I knew that I should say something to him. But what could I say that would sway his opinion?

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