Run On

There is always tomorrow for dreams to come true, and I am a dreamer. Weeks fly by in a rapid succession, from longest to shortest. In that order. The illusion that the past reflects the future sways many to cherish tomorrow over today. Still, we must make a prediction as not to be petrified by the eternal mystery of tomorrow. We hold our nose to the grinder one week to ensure the mistakes of yesterday are not repeated, but this often results in the disfigurement of our faces when it is shaved clean off. Today is the only thing we may worship that does not result in this catastrophe.

Complete dogmatic faith in today can lead you down a very predictable path, that if not checked, may run you off a cliff with all the other lemmings that don’t use their eyes to see. This week I ran off my own cliff, but in singular solidarity, and in a dogmatic zeal, packing my days with a life that would have Marco Polo feathering his brakes. While replumbing my entire house and flooding it multiple times and breaking our washer and replacing it is time consuming, I chose to ice the cake with a round of golf in the rain (plus the driving range several times), up and downhill mountain biking, a long spooky night, lots of writing I would not dare publish, finding, acquiring, and mounting my backcountry skis, cleaning out and consigning my entire closet, and registering my car and getting a new driver’s license and insurance and etc. Maybe I summited a mountain this week, but in my state of delirium, maybe I did not. Sounds longer in a list. Long story short, I had a long week. And now to write for the Big Al Project. If this was for my chemistry final, I would have taken the zero, but I am 29 weeks in, and I ain’t done.

Instead of a cute little story this week or a nihilistic perspective of the state of things, you get my itinerary as jumbled and as fast as it came and went. May God judge me, and to hell with Father Time. I have this infinite life ahead of me to put miles on my rocking chair, but today, I run.