I wrote this blog about what it means to be a kid and how it felt to enjoy this wonderful summer and grow closer to my boys. I wrote it for ten minutes and clicked the publish button only to watch my work disintegrate. Ten Minutes gone.
I’m not going to rant. Shit happens. Instead I’ll recap:
I spent the summer (so far) recharging my batteries and spending time with three hyperactive boys. We’ve played games and run around swinging lightsabers and firing foam bullets at each other all to the bass-driven soundtrack featuring Florida. I am having a great time. I don’t feel guilty about it, but I also don’t know how to explain the situation to grown ups who ask where my summer went.
My summer went to my inner child who was set free to roam amongst real kids and have a blast. He’s having a blast and I don’t think I’ll ever lock him up again. I think he’s got a seat in the control room now, alongside Picard and the strange Vulcan.
Some Thoughts:
- Losing a blog sucks. Losing ten minutes of writing sucks, because I don’t make revisions. I put it out raw and, even if it sucks, it is still all me. Too bad its gone. On the bright side, I let the words out of me. They don’t necessarily need to be read by millions for me to feel like I’ve done my part.
- Here’s something interesting I stumbled across… What if we are all part of the same energy stream and when we experience lives and those lives end, they are returned to the stream and anyone in the future who experiences past lives can experience those lives as part of the stream…