January 9, 2004

• Not much time to write today.  Will be busy moving boxes out to storage so I can finally have room underneath my desk to stretch my legs.  And room around me to spin playfully in my psuedo-fancy desk chair.  So instead of racking my brain for a new topic, I decided to recycle a prior entry.  This one is one of my favorites.  Enjoy.

  
  

  [originally posted July 16, 2003]

  
  

  Things never turn out exactly the way you planned.  Growing up happens in a heartbeat.  One day you're in diapers, the next you're gone, but the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul.  I remember a place, a house like alot of houses, a yard like a lot of yards, on a street like alot of other streets.  And the thing is, after all these years I still look back in wonder. ~ "The Wonder Years"

  
  

  My sentiments exactly, as I sit outside tonight in my backyard, listening to the crickets, the birds, the windchimes.  A cig in one hand, a cold one in the other.  And my mind goes a hundred miles an hour.  What am I doing this weekend?  Did I pay all my bills?  How could I lower my golf score?  Will she ever call back?

  
  

  But whatever runs through my head, I look around my backyard, and then I remember.  I remember those days growing up, when the only worries in my head were...

  
  

  ...absolutely nothing. 

  
  

  The free spirit of the young kid who lived here 20+ years returns to me, and I exhale.  I sit here looking in awe at the moth fluttering around the glowing screen of my laptop.  I look up and gaze at the plane in the dark sky, appearing to be on a crash course to that star up ahead... only to fly right through it undaunted.  Yeah, I remember.

  
  

  Sure, I could sit here and read a book, a good story.  But the best stories are the ones I relive in my head.  And no author can write such an epic.

  
  

  'Til next time,
  G-Dogg

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