Type A

They say that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.  

I never took any time to think about that.  (Because analyzing idioms doesn't usually fit into my workday.)

It's supposed to mean that children are like their parents.  If it meant that you don't move far away from your parents, then I'd still live in Kent County.  And I don't.  (It's lovely, though.)

Being Type A does usually fit into my workday, though.  It's part of who I am and part of who I've been trained to be, after spending three years in law school and (counting in my head) about six years practicing law.  (Wow!)  You spend a lot of time in law school being groomed for total obsessive compulsiveness.  Then you spend a lot of time arguing about justice and stuff at the bar.

I won't be sad if Jack is an attorney when he grows up.  But, I will encourage him to be creative.  To explore his options.  To measure success in terms of happiness and good done in the world, not cases won and settlements reached.  (In my current world, I get to measure success that way too, in large part, and that's awesome.)

I've had a few insights into the mind that I'll be encouraging lately.  And I think, in this case, the apple may not have fallen too far from the Type A tree.

I will line up all my Lightning McQueens and Maters, in order of size.  In a straight line.

Hope everything you like is lined up in perfectly straight lines today.

Talk soon,
Heather