Sometimes I need to write. And I love that only the ones that want to read it will. Makes me feel less egotistical.
So we are still stuck in an uncertain world and there’s a lot of negativity around created by newly experienced restrictions that Americans aren’t used to, a concern and fear of the health of ourselves and our loved ones, and a political environment unlike any in modern times.
Quincy and I are alone in the apartment again. I have a Jameson’s on the rocks next to me, Q has given up on his bone and has settled in on the couch. The tv is on but I’m not watching. I like the noise. I was furloughed by WFAN so although I’ve considered a podcast I haven’t moved on it yet and I sort of wait as we all do for the “new normal.” Connecticut is allowing golf so I hack when I can and enjoy the relationships I have with the group.
I guess I wanted to write tonight because I think it’s too easy to forget about how great most of us really have it. I’m not near a high point in my life when grading on a curve, even without this pandemic; but I feel like so many are so much better off than at any time in our nation’s history. Our advances in technology and medicine and the promise of tomorrow has never been greater in my mind. My pride in my children never quits and never wavers, and I admit, I can’t speak for everyone on that score, but God it provides solace for me.
Discipline will never go out of style. Doing what you don’t want to do when you don’t want to do it….so you can do what you want to do when you want to do it; thats what my father said was discipline. I wasn’t very good at it. Too lazy. Too smart for my own good. But I get it. We take freedom for granted because we’ve always had it. It’s not a fault, it’s a fact. Now we are forced to respect how valuable it is. I think that is a silver lining.
I could write for a long time. I won’t. My point is you could have been born anywhere, at any time. It’s random. As so much of life is. You’re here, now, and odds are you have more opportunity than any of the generations before you ever did. You can mope. Or you can hope. I will hug again, and I will appreciate it more than ever. Godspeed.