You’ve heard it before, but I’ll summarize the question again for my own ears.
Are you working in a job that would make your kids and grandkids proud, if they really knew what you did?
I don’t mean that any of you are secretly undercover for the mafia.
I’m only thinking about my dinner conversations where my kids ask me how my day was.
As I excitedly start to recount my work fighting the good fight, training tomorrow’s business leaders in academia and Entrepreneurship for Impact, I expect them to listen intently, hanging on the edge of every word.
But for 8-, 11-, and 13-year-olds, it’s often a matter of seconds before I lose someone, with loud noise making, passing gas, inhaling their food, making weird faces with each other, or telling their own stories.
My wife reminds me, “They’re just kids.”
So, they don’t really know what I do.
But as they continue to understand more and more, I can’t wait to tell them all the details, minute-by-minute.