...it's where we've been, those things we've done or words we've said. Regrets...and the lessons they've taught us.
Accepting defeat, but never failure. Learning from it. Remembering that feeling, a venomous throb churning within. Committing to improve, to succeed. And to try, try again.
This is about not putting it off until later. It's about getting it done Here. And Now...
Oh, and as for my whereabouts this summer...
It's where the shuffle of cleats can stir up a cloud of dust over a scorched ball field, the salty taste of grit settling upon one's tongue.
And still we cheer. We jump and we laugh.
It's where girls prance along an elderly sidewalk withering under Father Time's scowl. Sandals snapping against their heels, the sound like a pair of festering turtles. And their young suitors standing nearby, leaning against park benches, ornery thoughts nearly visible through summer's haze.
Where the air smells of coconut and seaweed, the ocean ever reaching with tendrils of foam.
And where a simple glance to the skies reveal a place so enchanting, so blue, that surely it must lead somewhere...
Surely it must ;)
It's playoff week. The boys are ready.
My first book signing looms on the 22nd.
My wife and I are celebrating our Anniversary.
And the Ying of the Yang? Earlier this evening my wife was on Facebook, spotted a post generated from our teenage foster child, (some of you may remember her as The Girl,) and called me over from across the room.
The post featured a picture of my book. Several links smeared underneath, luring readers to Amazon or GoodReads. And next to the cover, a quote from The Girl.
"Hey all! Check out my dad's book! It's a great read!"
...what can I say? The kid's got taste ;)