Moving Forward

Last week I was walking to my bus. Our Safety Manager and a Union Rep were walking together in front of me. This all looked very official so I couldn't resist making a comment along the line of how it looked like they were conducting some serious business, but that it was none of my business. The Union Rep turned around and said how I had left all that behind. I came back with that I had moved forward and that it was all just a matter of point of view. 

Looking back, I have moved forward away from the Union. I don't regret the time I spent working in it at all, but I am happy to be away from it. The stress is unbelievable, the money is minimal and opportunities to do good, let alone, accomplish some good, are overshadowed by the never ending complaints. It  was a rare occasion that I felt a sense of satisfaction from doing that work. I have respect and compassion for those that fight for worker's rights.

There were positives that I took away from that time. It was a catalyst for many friendships, I  learned about the administrative side of unions, it forced me to relate to people I wouldn't have taken the time for otherwise and it helped me to be a better bus driver. Most of all, it made me recognize how important my family is to me. 

Frank and Mike are days away from graduating from high school. I wonder about the course their lives will take. I wonder about the course my life will take. I like the way I am going right now, but opportunities continue to present themselves for me to switch directions. Is it better to stay the course or jibe in search of more wind? There is so much to consider as I move forward.