Good Job

This is Peanut Butter Brickle. Autocorrect quite often changes my name from Peanut to Perfect. That’s what you call doing a good job. Thanks, autocorrect.

I am usually the one who is the teacher around here. I taught Digby Pancake.

And I am still teaching Fruity.

Most of the time, he does a good job. Sometimes, he even does an excellent job. It reflects well on me as a teacher, you know, Perfect Butter Brickle.

But it also shows that Fruitycake likes to learn. And that he likes his job. Because you can’t do a good job at anything unless you love to do it.

Your heart guides you in life more than anything. If you have ever had a job you didn’t like, did you honestly do your best at it? Probably not.

So it’s important that everything we choose to do is from our heart and that we want to do it. Otherwise, what is the point?

I was watching a dog fetch a ball yesterday. Over and over and over, this dog would get the ball and bring it back. The person would say “good job”. Every. Single. Time. And no matter how many times she threw it, he did a good job. Because he wanted to. You see, if we love doing something there is no limit to what we can do.

Fruity makes me realize that when someone wants to learn and to improve, it can be done with a smile.

A job doesn’t have to be hard or boring or unfulfilling.

A job doesn’t have to be a bad thing. A job can be what makes you better and what makes the world better because you are doing it, big or small. Good job. I see you. I thank you.

Peanut Butter Brickle