“On a scale of 1 to 10 what is your happiness score,” my boss demanded. My boss was a German engineer who drank far too much coffee. Some mornings when he was highly caffeinated, he would barge in my office and demand to know my happiness score. His sentiment was well intended even though his delivery was abrasive. On the day I resigned, I began the conversation by saying, “My happiness score is a 2.”
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Last year my husband Doug and I were ready to quit beekeeping. The hobby we started just three years earlier felt more like a job than a recreational activity. The bees didn’t feel like our pets. They felt like our bosses. Imagine having 250,000 different bosses at work, and all of them have the capability to sting you when they are unhappy with your performance. “I don’t want to do this anymore,” Doug said late last summer. The story of how we went from wanting to quit beekeeping to getting back our beekeeping mojo is not just a story about bees. It’s a story about life. Maybe reading our story can help you if you feel like you have lost your mojo too.
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Married with Bees 