Where was I during my years of distraction? Wasted time, never recovered. Hindsight, seems like re-wasting that time – there is so much less to waste now. But answers might lurk there. Knowing where we are going generally, have some specific ‘general plans’. Some for which we know exactly what we are going to do and nothing, I mean nothing, is getting in our way.
Every day, year or decade. Life figured out!
But phones ring, opportunities percolate, roads have forks, parameter re-jig, focus gets fuzzy, we get distracted. Ring again, ideas, opportunities. Forks have forks. Losing focus. Time frames, grande plans and fork-pursuit adjustments. Marriages, divorces, births, deaths, friends, foes, fresh forks, fresh roads. Counting up wins, losses.
Counting down – time, process, destination, determination.
I’ve come to realize recently that, for so many things I want to experience and experiment with – I am the only obstacle in my own path. Words I’ve heard before, thoughts I’ve had before, but I’m wondering why it took me so many years to reach the point of actually ‘owning that’. Hmm …
… 145 days to go
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 2C/35F, partly cloudy (seems like yesterday redux) – streets were quiet, a car on the Nissan dealer’s used car lot had the tail lights on … strange sight at 5AM … rabbits hopping down wind caught Gusta’s eye and we were off in half-sprint pursuit. I got some good exercise, Gusta got some too!
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