Still learning my job with Discover Your Northwest. I get requests to be “official” that sort of stun me. I am in a role that requires me to coordinate with many types of people, no problem. When they are all sitting in front of me as I stand at a “podium” who do I be? Maybe it’s my imagination that I am different for each person, but, aren’t we all? I have been a “teacher”, and the role begins at the “podium.” Whatever else I am in the teaching process, I fall back to my “podium self.” I guess who I be is the “person at the podium.”
I don’t usually have this much trouble pondering a situation. Maybe I’m feeling a little depressed. Summer is not here; it’s June 12. I suck up what little sunshine that may peek through like Poo hungrily scraping the bits of honey from a jar that’s about to disappear once again for who knows how long. I need rain to cache for the plantings in garden and greenhouse, but I need sun for my soul. No sun, no rain, the sky is gray.