#4 had a baseball game last night. They are in the end of the season playoffs and the games are very exciting. I wanted to see at least part of it so I took an earlier train. Which is to say I left my office a bit early with plans to take the earlier train.
Things didn’t work out. The earlier train arrived 10 minutes after my later train usually does. It was very full and they didn’t take everyone waiting. Over the next hour five trains went by and only 2 stopped. I took the 2nd one (the first that stopped wasn’t going my way). When all was said and done I arrived home more than three and half hours after I left my office.
That may sound like a complaint and I’d be lying to you if I said I wasn’t a bit frustrated by the experience at the time, but it really wasn’t that bad. I’ve sat for that long in a car trying to make the same trip. I’ve spent the night on a park bench because there had been an explosion in my hotel. I had a family member who spent three days hiding in a wood pile literally surrounded by German troops during the Battle of the Bulge.
It’s all about perspective. I’m not a bestselling author. “What’s the hold up?” I want to know. “I’ve been at this for a year now.” You should laugh at me. But that’s the ego that will get me there someday. This isn’t about if, it’s about when. It’s about showing up.
#3 just finished reading, “The False Prince” and he said that, “It’s the best book I’ve ever read.” Then he said, “When I finished it I was going to tell you to write the movie, Dad, but Mom and looked on line before you got home and someone else is already working on it.”
My daughter told me Sunday night that what I should do is publish my movie as a novel so that someone would make it, “You know, like Divergent and Hunger Games.” That’s a great plan. I had to explain how getting a novel published works. “Okay.” she said. “What’s taking you so long?”
Indeed. I have the faith of my family and friends. And I really do have the write perspective.
Oh, and I got the t-shirt. Thank you.