An Exercise in Shame?

What do we spend our time on? How many of us can lay down our heads each night & say we are proud? That if we died tongiht, we know at least one day was well-spent?

The nightmare of most honest writers came upon me a couple of weeks ago -- my mother stumbled onto this blog. Why, oh why wasn't I more careful? Questions came: "Are you okay? These things you write have me worried about you. Don't focus so much on yourself, but focus on others."

Geeze, mom - like the first 20+ years of my life DIDN'T hammer that lesson home!?!? Of course you are right. Being right doesn't make waking up a failure any eaiser. Spider-Man 2. Anybody see this one? Love it -- Peter Parker asks, "When is it my time? Can't I have what I want too? Can't I be happy?" The answer - No! He couldn't. If he was to be a hero, some not ordinary in this world, then that was the price of admission. Sacrifice. Anybody who says differently is selling something. Check out the link to this post. This is how I mis-spent my morning. Ashamed of me? If you knew what else I SHOULD have been doing, you would be. It's a wav file. Open it, download it. Use it. I don't care. Enjoy it, if you can.

But, shame is part of the ride, isn't it? For me, for all of us. I (we) am not looking for pity. Just for a nod of understanding. "I'm with you, bro." That would mean connection, and connection would mean risk, and there are too many cowards in the world for that. Adults with ADD unite! (if you can!)