There are a few dents, scratched and marks on my car that have been there for years. I could have repaired them by now, I'm sure, but for some reason, I haven't. It has become a "I'll do it when blah blah happens" but guess what? When those things happen, I did nothing. Sometimes, like today, I wonder if that means that I don't really care about the appearance of my car, or if there's a deeper meaning.
For example, am I postponing the repairs because of some inner struggle that won't allow me to accept perfection? Am I prolonging the inevitable for fear that once the car looks great cosmetically, it'll be time for me to park it or upgrade to some muscle pony?
While listening to Michael Jackson I realized that music inspires me, shapes my emotions and can, on any given day, make my day. I'm one of the rare people who enjoyed Prince (or the artist formally known as) just as much as M. J. How did I straddle the fence? Lots of time in the back seat while my dad drove us around. Lots of Saturdays cleaning up the house, listening to records and having sing-a-longs.
I was good at lots of things growing up: singing, gaming, sports (when I tried), writing, public speaking, math...things came easy to me. I have to thank my sister for that. She would have to learn it. All I had to do was listen to her and memorize her repetitious chants of times tables, words and definitions, etc. That's why I think she's smarter than I am.
These ramblings have been brought to you by me...Now, go do something nice for someone and cherish the day!
