So something that’s been on my mind lately is just how much I loathe sitting at a desk all the time. I really do enjoy writing, but in order for me to attain real spiritual clarity I need to be moving. Once upon a time I worked in the ice delivery business. We stocked grocery stores and gas stations with bags of ice. We suffered many, many “Ice Man Cometh” jokes and “that’s a cool job” jokes. We worked often ten or twelve hours a day and drove all across the state. It was extremely phsyical work….
And yet, the sort of weariness I’d feel at the end of the day was not the same as the sort I feel now. I could attribute this to fatherhood, I suppose. Or age. But I think it’s the lack of motion. I’m thinking maybe forestry would be a good gig. For a while I thought perhaps academia but I don’t think I’m cut out for it. I don’t think I’d have patience for the ivory towers. Any foresters out there? Anybody know much about it? All the job descriptions list “long hikes through the woods” in a sort of almost ominous way, but it sounds like fun to me….