I have goof days and bad days. This is a bad day. This is a throw your life into turmoil and deviate from the goal day. This is a lose sight of the goal and recognize that it is never ever going to happen day. Like I said, bad day.
I don’t have the words to talk about it all yet. So, I’ll let my mind spin away from the pain and land in…
Some Thoughts:
- That took about a minute, which leaves me 9 more to dwell. I’ll start with a reflection. When I started the thoughts it was based on Peter King’s 10 things I think I think. That is over now. He left the Monday Morning QB after what he quotes (massively under quotes I suspect) at 5.5 million words. All those words spilled out of him and impacted people. There are people being born today that may never have the chance to read his stuff and I feel for them.
- I feel for myself and I take full responsibility for so much wasted potential. Like so many overeaten and underused carbohydrates in my body, my potential has settled into useless fat. I still get a few stories out here and there, but I haven’t figured out how to turn things over as a writer–just like I haven’t figured out how to turns things over with my health.
- By that account I’ll be dead soon and it will be a damn waste.
- Those last three points crept out of me so slowly that I practically have no time left. This is a good thing, because I have nothing left to say on this of all days.
- Happy Father’s Day to all the dad’s out there. You have a tough job and it rarely goes the way you want it, but know that your kids carry your spirit and your words and your lessons forward. It is all we can hope for as parents.