What, Me Write?
Okay, who am I kidding? I ran a rerun on
Saturday, and just wrote Sunday's
entry a few minutes ago. I wrote the previous
weekend's Mike's Sky Ranch entries at various
points throughout the past week. And technically,
it's early morning on May 13, not May 12. That all
means I've spent a number of days this month not
writing. So much for the "Daily" Strick. Do I care?
Yes and no. Yes, I care, because the commitment to
write every day is a vow to myself, so when I fail
to keep that vow, I'm breaking a promise to myself.
But no, I really don't care too much, because I've
been living my life. I've been having a blast.
Sure, it's good to write about life, but it's more
important to get out there and live it.
In the past week, I've stared into the bloodshot
eyes of a Mexican wielding a machine gun. I've
worked alongside killer whales and dolphins. I've
plunged head-first into a frigid mountain swimming
hole. In short, I'm seizing the day whenever
possible, and if I don't write about it till after
the fact, so be it. I haven't been sleeping either,
and have not been eating much, so what harm is
there in falling a bit behind in the writing
department?
My workload lessens somewhat this week, so I
plan to get caught up and back on track. In the
meantime, you'll have to be content with
meaningless, late-night rambling like this.
©2003 Michael
Strickland ALL RIGHTS
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