Career Woman

There was a day when I woke up and realized…

My entire “career,” to date, has basically been: feeding people, cleaning toilets, and corralling annoying children.

And then I woke up and was like…

Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.

What if that’s really what makes the world go round?

What if I get to do that for the rest of my life?

What if I just chuck my stuff in with his stuff and crusaded against those Seven Deadly Demons (Pride/Lust/Anger/Covetousness/Envy/Sloth/Gluttony) together for the rest of my life?

So when you come to the realization that you do not want to be a tragic hero and end your life in sadness and despair…

and you do not want to be a selfish ass…

and you do not fear poverty because everyone dies as naked as the day they are born…

and you as a beloved child of God are worth more than just your pocketbook…

and your priorities in life now go like this: God, my man, la familia, college bestie, everyone else…

One might begin to consider doing what we Catholics call the Corporal Works of Mercy:

Feed the hungry

Give drink to the thirsty

Clothe the naked

Give shelter to travelers

Visit the sick

Visit the imprisoned

Bury the dead