Pickin' Apples

Do people love what they do everyday and wake up all excited to get going at it? What would that look like consistently? There are so many times I dread having to do something. But, when I am in the midst of it, it is not so bad. And, when I am finished, I look back and think that was great.

I helped my Dad pick apples the other week. I am sure I have mentioned that my Dad is a very creative man who engineers things and systems to make things work easier. He somehow turns chores into a party, examples include: freezing corn, cutting wood and now picking apples.

We have a very old tractor with a lift on it. He made a stand with railing to slide onto the lift. I stood on the lift and had boxes on it as well. Dad lifts me up to the tops of trees and i just pick away. I filled two boxes in 15 minutes! I do like heights, so it almost has a feeling of a fair ride…weeeeeee!!! Unless Dad holds on the hydrolic button and I am jolted up and down, wondering if my apples, or myself, are going to fall off. Then he says, “Oops, sorry” Did I mention he can be a punk too?

I really enjoyed picking apples. I thought I might get excited about doing something like this. I wonder if I would wake up ready to go everyday and do it? I like outdoors, I like apples, I like hanging out with my dad, I like heights, I like helping my family, I like being on a tractor again. Well, maybe, I like it because I know it is only a season and not a rest-of-my-life sort of thing. Oh dear, sounds like commitment issues :) Maybe it is because I know the goodies that will come from these apples…yes, it all comes back to food. HA. Maybe because I like doing different things all the time. When I did a short term trip to Ghana, that was one reason why I loved it. Every day was different. And even looking back at my past term, every day is different.

So, maybe I do not wake up excited to do what is in front of me, but I am excited that I do not know exactly what is in front of me that day. And, at the end of the day, I look back and say that it was great. Usually.

I’m thankful.

Love you!