For free.

Daily writing prompt
What job would you do for free?

To answer, I would first have to address some verbiage and perspectives I hold that are consistent with this query. This stoic makes everything a job. Bet you didn’t see that coming.

I cannot say for certain that my mind goes to “job” when it comes to work or employment. Maybe it’s the connotation that steers me in another direction. A ‘”job” is what you have to do. Something more severe than an assignment. The harsh side of obligation. Being spent in an arduous, boring transaction that only renders cash.

“….a regular, contracted activity or piece of work performed in exchange for payment, serving as an individual’s role, task, or position of employment. It is the specific, often repetitive, set of responsibilities and duties an person holds, distinct from a broader career or profession.”

I don’t look at things that way. Like “I have to go to work”, or “I have to find another job”, You get to do a lot of things in life, and this is just another part of living it. I have been fortunate to have remained engaged in employment my entire life. In some situations, those around me asserted I was not making enough, was worth more, and was working for free.

The self worth aspects of that are being addressed as we speak.

But when the work engaged me in areas other than my wallet, I think I thrived in that environment. It was never a job at that point. It was fulfilling, affirming and necessary. So in that regard, I probably did work for free, or some modicum of charity.

Cannot recall the year, but I used to push my parents lawnmower and gas can around the neighborhood and cut lawns. Learned how to paint houses. Then pumped gas, learned how to check oil, then change oil and fill tires. Unloaded trucks and loaded butcher tables at a meat processing business.

Cleaned hospitals.

Learned to drive stick in a 10 ton dump truck to pick up gravel and ashphalt to patch streets and curbs in my hometown.

Sold appliances. Then into the business world of manufacturing and distribution. Now job development and coaching for those with diverse abilities. Looking into some other areas for engagement and enrichment. Hospice care? Maybe more writing. Who knows.

Everyone of these “jobs” had elements of charity in them. Where I did things off the clock. For free. It is just how I have always rolled. Now? I am never really off the clock. But as long as I can give something back, that is compensation enough. It may not swell the check book. But sure does so for the heart and soul.

So very, very long story short, in my stoic noggin, I have really never had a job. I just like to give my time, talents and treasures in a variety of manners, wherever, to just live my life. No rhyme or reason really. Sort of off the cuff. Never went to college to be anything other than an athlete. The degree just came along with the arthritis.

Has always been make it up as I go.

Things may have been tense and rocky at times. But it all worked out. And will continue to do so. That brings with it a great sense of freedom and serenity. If there happens to be a paycheck involved, then so be it.

But until then, I will keep working as I always have.

For free.

“Anything can be.”

“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”
― Shel Silverstein

When my kids became the focal point of a prompt a day or so ago, memories of books we read together returned. Some I recall were authored by Shel Silverstein, favorites because the poetically humorous poems and stories. I ventured around a little to stir up some smiles and happened upon what he said above.

Part of it reminded me of how I described independence as they grew up. I had them envision being on this great open field, with a fence line way off in the distance. The boundary was there solely for their protection. Provided they thought, spoke and acted according to the rules they were raised under, they could run that field all over. They were entrusted with that level of independence.

The fence, as I said, was for their protection. If I sensed they are getting close, we might have a chat to discuss the need to respect that boundary. Did not want any harm to come their way. Once they were of a certain age, then they could leave it or move it. That was their responsibility then. It seemed to work. They all have their lives, their loves and are thriving.

And then, when I read this, the mention of the “impossibles, the wont’s and the never haves” struck another chord. The one orchestrated to sing the praises about being what you were meant to be, embracing the mission of life and finding your purpose. Never to set them on top of others. Just apart, and only in the sense that they were free to find themselves. That there was no boundary to their exploration.

That the fence had been taken down.

Mr Silverstein was spot on.

“Anything can happen, child.”

“Anything can be.”

It may appear otherwise, but I do like to laugh.

Daily writing prompt
What makes you laugh?

Well. Let me see.

I was pondering this one on the way to mass this morning. Strange I know. But that is just how the noggin on this ’59 Rambler works. Huh. Just came up with that one. Now I have a pretty decent nickname. Maybe a new email address? Passwords? The possibilities are endless. Thank goodness for all of you, there will be a conclusion to this one. Eventually. Guess what is next…

So humor to me has to work on several levels to make me laugh.

Surprise!

Things composed primarily of profanity, innuendo, insult and the like just really do nothing for me. Sam Kinnison had some moments, but that grew old fast. It was like there was no craft to it. No beginning, middle road and destination. Just shock. Maybe laughed ’cause of the state we were all in. And I don’t mean Illinois.

To elicit laughter, the transmitter somehow has to connect with the receiver in such a way as to be as one with them. Bring to mind a similar moment. Common thread. Shared experience. Perhaps the circumstance is not precisely the same, the individuals involved or what was said, how things were responded to and what happened next. Maybe it is just a “been there” moment. Something relatable. I am struggling for the right nomenclature.

I have never been a cat (been called something like it) or a mouse but Tom and Jerry crack me up to this day. The facial expressions, the yowls, smacks, situations just bring me to tears. Golfing. On the beach. Tom in the cradle saying, “Ah, goo” Out west, Texas Tom rolls a cig, Jerry licks it closed, he inhales the whole thing to exhale “Howdy” to the cowgirl next to him. Crambone.

I could go on and on. But to save on a gig or two, and stay true to my word on their being a conclusion. I will just list some others that make me laugh over and over.

Though my appearance says otherwise, I have no real connection to the brothers Jerome, Moe and Shemp, or their fellow stooge Lawrence.

To see me get up and walk in the morning, you would think I belong to the Ministry of Sillywalks. Same gait after I’ve been shopping.

Mr. Bean? Some quiet reflection is called for regarding that matter. I will get back to you on that.

Frank Drebbin taught me to mute when using the washroom.

The Barones, Michael Scott, Dwight Schrutt, Leslie Knope, Ron Swanson, “Jerry”.

Rob and Laura, Buddy and Sally, Mel, Allan.

Carol Burnett, Tim Conway and Harvey Korman.

Benny.

Muppets.

Tex Avery

AFV

All make me laugh over and over. So maybe its I see myself in a lot of these characters and the situations both they and I find myself in. When I recognize one, I may just smile and chuckle to myself. Or, if the mood is right, I will try to recreate the scene some how. Slap stick sound effects. Accents when called for. At the ready for a pun or three. Dad jokes? Guaranteed.

It may appear otherwise, but I do like to laugh.

I am worth it.

Daily writing prompt
What’s something most people don’t understand?

I am not going to attempt to assign my seat on a pedestal by claiming to know this. I typically fly economy, no pajamas, if that is even a thing anymore. I cannot speak for or to others’ view on this. But I can speak for myself and share some of the many things I just don’t understand. Sorry friends, just doing what the prompt tells me to do.

So let’s just say this, I don’t understand the privileged titling process that allows certain individuals to disregard the posted speed limit, all traffic signals, maintaining safe space between vehicles and proper lane usage on the highway or anywhere.

Maybe this is something you buy on the internet? Some kind of rewards thingee, for being cool? A sticker for your car that tells the police they can drive like this? This whole driving schtick these days has me flummoxed. But I digress….

What I don’t understand is why I allowed others to assign my value, tell me my worth and define me. All this ever accomplished was creating an internal need for me to be everything, handle everything and do everything. Oh, and be graded on my performance. Been trying to figure that one out for some time now.

Not so much on how to handle it these days, I have put in the effort to give that a dirt nap. Now it is more so noticing the red flags, recognizing the situations and sensing the phrases or attitudes that do their best to create these wonderful scenarios.

My nature though is to take it several steps farther. Determine why it ever happened and when it first became my MO. I doubt this is something that comes from the factory, preinstalled like the heated seats and back-up boob tube. I believe it was learned. And why I learned it, and what that class was really about are things I need to understand

The car thing is out of my hands.

They aren’t worth fussing about.

The other is purely in mine..

I am worth it.

Finally just me.

Daily writing prompt
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?

Honestly, I do not think this can really be considered a secret skill or ability. For me, it is akin to something more along the lines of self-honesty. Coinciding with that all elusive power, a better sense of self-awareness, more self-discipline and finally, some much needed self-love.

I think the latter three tend to nourish the former one. All four woven into one, becoming a constant source of health, acceptance and peace. Alas, for the most part, all are of more recent vintage. They seemed to have been missing for quite a while.

Because now that I look back at things, perhaps the original secret skill or ability was an altogether all encompassing pattern of self-deception.

If you go about things convinced you know what you are doing, you are right, and you really do not have to listen as much as you speak, well, that pretty much says it all. The only thing I actually lacked was a costume. A piece of garb I could jump into when my secret skills were in operation and out there for full display. That would have completed the charade.

Wait.

I was kidding about the uniform. Didn’t really need to change into something else to make that ability stand out and command attention. It was already fairly evident. Come to think of it, a cloaking device would have been handy. Some method I could employ to actually hide from my innate ability to employ them on a daily basis. Just wonder why I never saw what I am sure was obvious to those around me.

Hence the need for better self-awareness. But I digress….

There is a serenity and peace to be found in intentionally engaging in self-honesty. Opens all sorts of doors that had been nailed and/or bolted shut pretty much through out my existence. If you actually acknowledge self-honesty as a valued character trait in lieu of a mortal combatant, the awareness follows.

Guarded by discpline.

All nourished by some genuine love for one-self.

What blankets you then is a protective sense that you are worthy and valued just as you are becoming. Talk about serenity and peace. Man. If there is a secret ability, then that is what I found to be the one for me.

I can just be.

Nothing secret.

Finally, just me.