I caught up with my Dad earlier today. We're both pretty busy these days and haven't actually talked in depth for some time. I told him about my various going-ons, the dramas and issues I don't write about here, projects for the future, of the boyfriend, trips and travels. He told me about his projects, website, the Air Force. The funny comments about how both of us are working on various projects and jobs, careers.
I remember him telling me in a hot tub conversation when I was 15 (we used to have an outside hot tub that we used in the winter - and it snowed where we lived) about how he liked to do different jobs and not be stuck in only one job. (He was an attorney, in the Air Force, had a couple farms, buildings and some business ventures.) I liked that. I was thinking about what I wanted to be "when I grow up" and was not at all interested in pigeon holing myself into one career choice. Variety, options, possibilities, where what interested me. I also knew that the kinds of jobs I wanted, didn't exist yet. I didn't see the point of focusing on a specific topic, say Accounting, in college.
So today, my dad quips back on how happy he is to be doing the various stuff he's doing (still law, even more business ventures, real estate, still got that farm). And I respond with my laundry list of projects and plans. The similarity is well... striking, for someone who tried so hard to differentiate herself from her progenitor.
Then comes the kicker. Dad is telling me about a document he is writing, that outlines future possibilities for an organization he is working with. He's writing the future and he tells it to me like that. I hear the wink in his voice, and my world comes tumbling down. My Dad is doing the same thing I do. He's creating the future - with words, with his ideas and he'll execute on it too.
His future worlds are different from mine, but we use the same technique to create them.
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