Hindsight
I have slept a night and now…now I am looking back over the weekend and having hindsight panic attacks. You ever do that? It’s one of those:
“Did I really say that?” (Yep.)
“Did I talk too much?” (Of course…)
“I think I whined then. Did I whine?” (Oh, God. I whined.)
“Did I eat too much?” (Yep. Look at the scales.)
And then…
“Did I really get to eat lunch with Katherine Kurtz? Just us two at a table in a Mexican restaurant?” (Girlie squeals, YES!)
“Did I really get to eat dinner with all the writers at a Chinese place? Just like a kid at the big table?” (More girlie squeals, YES!)
“Did I get to see old friends again, people I admire and like and would like to see more often and…?” (Yes.)
“Did I get to spend time with Misty Massey and her family and David B. Coe and the trusted Lt Minion and Edmund R. Schubert and A.J. Hartley and so many others? And no one told me to, “Go away, kid, you bother me.’ “ (Yes. I did…)
Life doesn’t often give us what we want. There are always good things and bad all mixed up together. But when the good things far outweigh the bad, it is worth living. So I’ll get up0 out bed today and go see the dentist and get things done and not worry (too much) about the bad things.
It’s good to be home.
Faith
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