That Damn Protestant Work Ethic

The follow-up on yesterday's post also happened yesterday: my brother-in-law and I rode a ski lift up with a ski racing coach. Very nice bearded guy from Massachusetts who'd been out here for a while. We were talking about how none of us had formal jobs, were enjoying ourselves, etc. He said, every time I say that I'm a ski coach, people give me grief about it not being a real job. Why can't people accept that it's okay to work at something you like? I said, you're from Massachusetts: it's that damn Protestant work ethic! We all laughed, we three people doing exactly what we want to do at this moment in our lives. I'm savoring it; nothing this good can be uninterrupted, but I don't believe I'm tempting fate. I just accept that as reality.