Calling

November 3,2024, Sunday night, 6:39pm, pacific standard time, apartment in Dana Point, California, USA. Last night was rough. My daughter wanted to stay with her friends. To do so meant her friend’s dad, visiting from Pennsylvania, would have to sleep in his rental car. I said, “No,”to the sleepover. Subsequently, we walked back to our hotel with my daughter’s sniffling sobs piercing the post-midnight quiet of downtown Pasadena. This morning she had calmed down and was a little better. By breakfast the distress was forgotten. I feared a similar scene when she wanted to go to the Griffith Observatory with her friends this afternoon and I said, “No.” Going would put us hours away from home on a school night and frankly I didn’t have the energy. But she took the news in stride and we enjoyed a nice drive back to Orange County. I am glad this weekend is over, it was exhausting. I need time to recuperate tomorrow. In the morning I am going to work on my job search, though I am not particularly motivated. I am more curious to connect with the Humanist Society, get my Chaplain endorsement, and begin a career that is actually rewarding. I should be focusing on a calling rather than on money.