Labor Day Weekend

When I was younger, Labor Day was a turning point in the year.

Some places that I lived, school started the Tuesday immediately following Labor Day. I guess, because I liked school, it was a pretty good time.

In other places, we had already been in school a couple of weeks, so the holiday weekend reminded us that there would not be another holiday for a long time (usually Thanksgiving).  Ouch!

I seem to remember among the proper women of the Deep South, Labor Day was when they stopped wearing white shoes and dresses.  (I am not sure if that is even a thing anymore.)

For some of my friends, Labor Day Weekend was the last opportunity to go to the beach before fall.  Now that I am older, I never schedule a beach trip until the fall to avoid the crowds. I, personally, don't like the traffic or the waits to get a table in a restaurant.

On this Labor Day, I am not working, though I did pop into the office to take care of a few things. Sometimes I am asked about my schedule and when I take days off, and vacation, etc.  Today, I am doing things I truly enjoy--writing, reading, spending time with family, and eating a good meal or two.  I have gotten only a couple of emails today (mostly sales ads), and have not received a phone call yet.  Tell me, does that sound like work?

On this Labor Day, I am considering a couple of questions that all of us might consider on this holiday:

  • Is your work/vocation something you enjoy and does it give you pleasure? (For the retired, was that true of your work?)
  • Do you feel like your work makes a difference to others?
  • What would you do with your life if given a do-over? (or another way of asking it, "What do you want to do when you grow up?")
May this be an enjoyable holiday for you--I am still wondering when I might grow up.


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