I want to think my kids are innocent enough not to immediately recognize all of the different meanings in Make It With You by Bread.
It doesn’t have to be for long, maybe a month or two or even a couple of hours.
I know it is crazy for me to ask or even think about stopping time because that damn river keeps running.
Doesn’t mean I can’t or won’t ask questions I already know the answers to or that I might not try to do something that seems unreasonable or impossible.
Why Would Anyone Read Our Posts?
Do you ever wonder why people stop to read our posts?
Do you ever look in the mirror and ask your reflection what makes you so damn special?
Sometimes I wonder how I found myself here and marvel that anyone reads what I have to say. Sometimes I think about why they take the time and I figure it is the same sort of answer I have for a lot of things.
I don’t know.
It interests me.
There is no right or wrong answer here. I suppose if this was my full time gig I’d want more data and details because those of you who read would be of paramount importance.
Don’t mistake that to mean I don’t value you, but the truth is I don’t have as much risk as the professional so I can do what I want with less regard to whether you like it or not.
I like to think it leads to greater authenticity and more interesting reading, at least some of the time.
If I had my druthers I’d be walking some street in Jerusalem or hanging out at some cafe in Tel Aviv and you’d read about some of my modern Israel adventures.
Don’t worry though because those stories are coming again, they just aren’t here yet.
But sooner than you know the guy who sometimes calls himself Jack Steiner will be packing his bags and heading out the door for some new adventures.
Since I am a bit superstitious I won’t go into all the details about what I expect to happen but rest assured there are several potential opportunities just ahead and I am working on reeling them in.
If things go as I hope I’ll be given the opportunity to choose from many but I’d be ok with having just a few to choose between.
Sometimes You Have to Just Write
And I suppose you could say the underlying thread/theme here is I am exhausted and a bit frustrated with the posts I have been publishing.
If life were an action film or Western I’d be the hero who is in dire need of rest but who refuses to put down his gun/sword because he feels like doing so will put him at risk.
I have tried to compromise by taking it down a notch and by spending more time away from the computer.
But the compulsion to write pushes me to come back and so I am here typing, moments before 2 AM thinking about how you never know which post is going to be the one that resonates with everyone.
And as I type those words I ask myself whether I was honest with myself about whether I care whether you read or not.
Have I mentioned how much I love writing and how excited I am about the future?
That is part of what fuels my fire and gives me the energy to keep pushing ahead. I feel something big coming along and I am anxious to meet it on the road.
No FOMO here, just a desire to move from here to there.
Consider these the closing words of this post but certainly not the final to grace the pages of this blog.
Elie Wiesel has died and with his passing the light is a little dimmer than it was before.
I told my children about his death and reminded them our job is to do what we can to make the world a little bit better than when we got it.
Doesn’t have to mean we do big things because the little stuff is important too and the truth is beaches aren’t made up of one giant grain of sand but of a million little ones.
See you on the other side of the evening.