I’m sitting looking out on the white soft sand of Crescent Beach in Siesta Key and savoring some career changing lessons.
Mom, who is 82, and I traveled here to spend a week at a place she and Dad came for years. They headed south to spend warm winter days away from the chilly Pittsburgh, PA weather. We haven’t been back for twelve years. The snowbird trips braked to a halt when Dad was diagnosed with Alzheimers. He died four years ago.
And here we are overlooking the turquoise waters of the Gulf of Mexico advancing and retreating. Last time, I walked this beach with my Dad. One day, he asked how I was doing, and I said terrible. I was miserable at work as an in-house reporter and columnist for a leading daily newspaper. It was a great job, just not for me. He simply said, “quit.” He believed in me.