Waiting For The Click-Part 2
“Guy at Target had two tattoos- First said “Blow me” and the second said “Bite Me.”
I wanted to put a Post-It on his back that said “Kick Me.”
Yes, I just used my own words as a blockquote. I’ll let you decide if that makes me a social media douchebag or not.
And now I have to quote myself again but this time it is to serve as an introduction:
“Truth is I don’t know what pushed me here other than this overwhelming sense of waiting for the click. Not sure what to say or how to describe it other than I have thisfeelingthat something is about to happen that is going to have significant impact upon me.”Waiting For The Click- The Post You Won’t Read
I think the click is happening…right now.
There is something going on right now that I can’t talk about yet because I barely have wrapped my head around it. It feels like I have a palm full of water and I don’t dare squeeze because all of the drops will run between my fingers and all that I have will be gone.
But this is a very good thing.
Change Is Hard
It is a very good thing but it is going to require me to make some very hard choices and do some things that are going to be hard for all of us.
But I have put hours of thought into this and I am confident that it is the right thing to do, the necessary and proper thing to do. And I am going to do it because my kids call me dad and that is more than just a title to me.
It is a responsibility and a charge that means sometimes you walk off into the fog because you know that the scrapes and bruises that come from not seeing are just the prelude to something bigger and better.
You do it because it is your turn at bat and you would have swing and strike out than say you missed you because you were afraid to take a swing.
It is because of how I was raised and those that came before me did for others so that they could provide for their families and I hear the echoes of their voices.
Echoes Of The Past Touch Us In The Present
It is something that I know my friend Joe and I share in common. This understanding that those who came before us can reach out and touch us regardless of where they may be now.
That last line isn’t supposed to be read with any sort of dramatic inflection. It is just a statement.
You do for others because your Nonna bought Chef Boyardee for you even though she could out cook the can in her sleep.
“You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears
And kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that’s clear
I will choose Freewill”
Music is speaking to me again. I keep hearing Layla and FreeWill marching through my head and I can’t stop smiling.
Blame it on this sense that the click is clicking now and that this sense of treading water is going away. Action feels good and I am ready to walk into the fog I mentioned before, ready to take a shot.
My kids and I have talked about how people figure out what to do and when to do it a few times. We have talked about how you figure out when to take a chance and when to play it safe because it is an important conversation.
I don’t want them to grow up to be dare devils in all they do but I don’t want them to be afraid of the world either.
I hope they view the world as being something that is magical and mysterious. That encompasses good and bad but focuses upon the good. It focuses upon the positive.
Too many people talk about how bad things are and forget about how good they are for so many of us.
We have far more power over our lives and what happens than we realize. If I do a decent job of parenting they will grow up to believe it is not a question of whether they can influence their lives but if they will choose to do so.
I just hope they don’t get stupid tattoos like the jackass at Target. What a tool.