Change. The kind of change that you have to swallow with more water than you’d think was necessary, is upon us. It’s the kind of change that doesn’t come gradually. Children and dreamers hang on to summer like a life-preserver. But, in the end, we must all let go and allow ourselves to be sucked into the vortex. “Let go baby, let go. Everything will be alright.” And so we do.
I haven’t had a drink in 22 years. Whether you realize it or not, it’s a pretty remarkable feat for anyone to go from darkness to light in their lives. People often ask whether I’m bothered by other people drinking. I’m not. My wife drinks. She doesn’t have DNA that turns her into a monster when she drinks. And by monster, I mean a completely different person with very bad ideas.
Sometimes I stop and look around and wonder why we do it.
And so I think these things and you nod, but then politely ask me to sit at the edge of the room.
In the beginning, children are grateful mostly because we drill them that gratitude is a responsible and respectful way to be human.
I don’t like giving advice. In fact, I hate it. It’s not that I don’t like helping people, there are just too many variables involved in giving really helpful advice.
