Labor Day musings...

I can't believe it's been so long since I've posted here. Time flies. I typically hate intros like this one, but it actually ties in to the topic of my post, so stay with me.

It's labor day. I had a friend ask me about the reasoning behind this national holiday and it brought a lot of things to mind. It is a national day of rest to celebrate all of our hard work that we do each and every day as responsible Americans (sadly that may sound like sarcasm, even when it isn't intended to). I looked it up and it turns out it was made a national holiday in response to a rash of deaths of U.S. citizens at the hands of our own military and U.S. Marshall's during a union labor strike.

I'm not sure the work I do qualifies for a national day of rest to celebrate my efforts, but damn did I need one. Over the past few days I have had a couple of thoughts repeating through my small, but active brain, involving the nature of my life and day-to-day activities. I almost titled this post "My Imminent Death", but fortunately for the 4 of you reading this, I came to my senses first. But the fact remains, our deaths are imminent. How does this relate to labor day, you ask? Well, have no fear, I am about to clue you all in. In thinking about the daily grind I realized (for the 1000+ time) exactly how stupid most daily worries and struggles truly are. (I know this isn't exactly groundbreaking stuff here, but bare with me. I just don't get any satisfaction from writing this crap down in a simple notebook so I force it on all of you instead.)

This all led me to another rather simple thought. This one involving my childhood. Recess. Running out school doors, being excited for no other reason than that we had a few minutes to do whatever the fuck we wanted to do. So we played. We played hard. We still have this time, but most days we don't take advantage of it. I guess I can't speak for all of you, but I don't anyway. I hope you do. It's Labor Day. A national day of recess. Go out and play. I'll see you there.