In blog years ... I'm dead.

Enjoy your life. Enjoy the present. Enjoy it now, people. Cuz if you don’t, you’re gonna look back and wish you did. And then you’re gonna turn into one of those people who don’t live in the present but constantly rewrite and relive the past. How much fun can that be? Fun for you, maybe. Not so fun for us listening to the freakin’ story for the hundreth time.

I had lunch with a friend the other day and she said she looks back at photos of herself and asks herself why she thought she was ugly back in the day. She looks back and says to herself, “You were so pretty. Why didn’t you think you were pretty?” She is one of several of my friends who have finally figured it out. And maybe it is meant for those of us with some years on us. Maybe that is our gift for making it into adulthood marginally gracefully, is that we finally get to enjoy the moment.

Look, I like remembering and revisiting the past with the most skilled of them. But there is something so distressing to me about those folks who never moved away from the small hometown I grew up in because staying close to home meant staying around people who still see the football star when they look at them. It means still getting respect for accomplishments long past. It means never really needing to accomplish more than pooping out some little ones because they peaked lo’ those many years ago. More power to them if that’s the life they feel suited for, but my heart breaks because they don’t live now. And some day they are gonna look back at NOW and regret not enjoying it to it’s fullest.

Listen, there is also the flip side of that which is my young nieces and nephews who are constantly living for tomorrow. But that will spin my musings out to the stratosphere and make this blog the size of my dick. And nobody wants that. (I don’t have a dick but I DO have balls)

Try to be present. Try to look around and enjoy the present. Or don’t. Do what works for you. I’m just suggesting that if you don’t enjoy the now, you may regret it later.