Itchy Feet

My father used to say my grandfather had itchy feet. I knew exactly what he meant because I have itchy feet, too. It must be hereditary. I have a hard time sticking with one thing for very long. Like this week – I am working at a big company all week doing their open enrollment. It is a great opportunity and I love helping the employees with Aflac coverage for their families but I have to be here all week. That means every day I come to the same place and stare at the same walls. Now, I know that is how most people work all the time but I don’t. My husband worked in the same school for 30 years! Whew, not me. I enjoy being an independent contractor. It suits me. Every day is different. It is perfect for a person with itchy feet. My poor Papa worked as a farmer and a night watchman. I can just imagine how boring it was for him to walk around the same building every night or plow the same field around and around. He did own a restaurant for a short period of time but that must have been too challenging because it didn’t work out. The restaurant sign hung on the front of grandparent’s garage for years; its sparkling letters blowing in the wind. So, I am thankful that I have found a career that works well with itchy feet. And, by the way, it’s time for me to go.