I started writing something, but I lost patience to finish it.  Its filed with all my other unpublished posts that will likely never get done.

It was about routine.  Adutlhood is about routine.  It consumes my life.

It was about acceptance of average, simply because at any given moment you are likely to be doing something you commonly do.  In other words, your life, by statistical inevitability, is made up of average things.

It was about fear of the future and longing for the past, even though the past was not always that great, and the future is likely going to be better.

It was probably leading toward the sobering realization that no matter what you do, there you are.  I am by nature a cynic, overly nostalgic, temperamental, and hard to please.

This post seems also to be about all those things too, but in less detail….because I’m impatient….and tired.

This weekend my tennis team is playing in the ALTA city championships.  I’ve been runner up before, but never won.  We’ll see….not that it will give me any lasting pleasure if we win.

That’s what this whole post, and the one before it that I never finished, is about.

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