I hate it when people say they were going to do something but something else got in the way. "I was going to bake a cake for you, but it got late." "We were going to make it to your party, but he didn't feel well." They are all mild excuses for missing out on an event, an occasion or an obligation. Mostly they are kinder ways of saying “I don’t want to hang out with you – you’re boring.” But they can also be truly tragic. “I missed the party because my husband was in the hospital.”
When did life get so complicated that we have to make excuses? What are we missing when we don’t see through our obligations? Are we just losing sleep or are we missing true opportunities?
Saturday night, Russ and I went to see our friend Eva’s play. She wrote and produced it. Usually, that’s a bad sign. We thought about not going. We were tired. We’re always tired it seems. But we went, convinced we’d make the best of it. What we found was an astounding play, unbelievably good. Written by a 24 year old. I’m 40 and I haven’t’ done anything even close. The play made us feel great for seeing our friend’s remarkable talent. And then we felt bad because we’re underachievers. Then I decided to blog. Maybe it’s a start. On what, I have no idea. But I woke up with this title. Maybe I can think of something to fill up the rest.
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