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Getting Called Out

So it’s a funny thing to be called out about something, that is kind of this inkling down in the bottom of your soul.  The funniest thing was it was by one of the managers who works for me.  In theory, I’m supposed to be mentoring him.  But who hasn’t heard of leading up.  I feel like I’m pretty successful.  I screw up on a regular basis but I’ve also done pretty well for myself.  I actually think it’s my screw ups that drive me to better things.  I love my job, actually I love working for my boss even more but my job is pretty good.  Though there are days that I don’t find it fulfilling.  Days that I wish my extra-curricular’s intersected with my day job.  That I didn’t sit at a desk all day.  I’ve thought about a couple different avenue’s for how to make that intersect but I’ve never acted on it.  There have been things tying me to the DC area.  In a way holding me back.  Or maybe they weren’t holding me back but they were my excuse on why I never had the courage to act on it.  I don’t have any of that right now.  And I got called out.  I really had no good answer, just a lot of excuses.  Out of character for me.  I guess I’m at a bit of a cross roads, with no boundaries.  So I have begun creating artificial boundaries with my excuses.          

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