Being the footnote..

Now that I’m a notary public, I have the distinction of being a footnote in the lives of others.

I helped a teenager get his first car (title transfer from a grandparent.)

Helped an infant get a passport.

Helped a young woman process the estate of her recently deceased mother.

In a chat with a dear friend the other day, he questioned whether his line of work really, truly had meaning.

I asked him to peel away the layers of the day-to-day and determine what it was that he was REALLY doing.

In that, by solving people’s problems, there is a noble calling.

I suspect, if we all look deep enough, we can find that purpose within our own work.