Rocketown=work: two thoughts

People often ask me what I do for a living.

Sometimes I tell them I work at a youth center. Other times I say I run an after-school program. But lately I have been thinking my job is to make people believe in themselves.

As surprising as it sounds, I do not actually teach breakdancing, urban rhyme, espresso, art, guitar, film editing, drums, photography or song writing.

No.

I wish I did. I really, really wish I did. But I do not know how to do any of those things–or at least very well.

Instead, my job is to encourage quasi-young people who have these gifts and abilities to share them with even younger kids who would like to learn how.

And then once the younger kids, too, become more skilled than me, I tell them over and over again how beautifully talented they are.

At Rocketown I am a freak’n male cheerleader, pom poms and all, and I love my job.

…

My e-mail broke today.

All morning, my lungs felt empty. I was drowning, suffocating, freak’n living in 1992.

Everything I needed was on my e-mail account. Blast bloody technology.

So what did I do?

I played Ping Pong with Joey.

Then I hung out with Chris, Triple G and Chappy, spoke to a news reporter regarding our fall classes and interviewed two students who wanted to become Rocketown Reps.

Don’t worry—that wasn’t all. I did more important things. After all of that work, Chris and I watched Seinfeld, I sang happy birthday to Casey and Natalie and I chatted about dancing in church.

Oh, and to end the day, Joey and I played another three games of Ping Pong.

All in all it was a beautiful day. I guess e-mail isn’t so ”God” dang important.

Now, how do I post this online?