Not anytime soon anyway.
This past March I elected to leave my construction “job.” I halfheartedly looked for other positions in management or operations.
Then I elected to get a haircut, start looking like a respectable member of society and begin the extensive application process to be a Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps instructor at a local high school.
During that process, I used my newfound free time to finish the downstairs of our house, step up my writing a little bit, start this blog and extend my schedule working with Xtreme Xperience as a driving coach.
And therein lies the problem. I really don’t want to teach high school, I don’t want to be a manager, and I don’t want to work in operations. To quote Lloyd from “Say Anything”
I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don’t want to do that.
This was a real moral dilemma, and against my own better judgment I even made a post on Facebook.
I actually got a lot of good input serious pros and cons for either career choice and a very funny screenshot from Raising Arizona.
I got a very poignant story about a man and worked his entire life, was looking for double retirement and spoiling his grandchildren. Then dementia it set in, and his retirement speech was “one of the saddest things I’ve ever witnessed.” Apparently, he trailed off in midsentence and then stood there not knowing where he was.
That stuck with me, I figure at best I’ve only got 10 maybe 15 more years I can seriously do this. Although I have met several 70-year-olds are quite competitive at the club level. Peter Eagan is still writing.
But my friend John Christie had the best piece of advice. “Assign one choice to either side of the coin. Choose the side that you hope the coin lands on.”
So I decided to do that, and do this. It won’t pay well but it does pay. I spent last weekend elbows deep in exploded engine of my race Nissan, and this weekend I’m driving all the way to New Jersey to race a beat up old Honda and a boat. That’s right, an actual boat on a race track.
Did I make the right decision? Probably not, but I’m smiling pretty big right now.