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Sunday, June 15, 2008

Passing By

C.S. Lewis once observed that it wasn’t much an issue of our having passions too strong, but rather passions much too weak for proper devotion. I’d extend that, in my own personal life, to say that it isn’t much an issue of my mind working too much or dwelling too doggedly on a multitude of things. Rather, my mental discipline is too weak, and I’m too easily distracted by bright and shiny objects.

In the last month, I’ve been to a college reunion, wedding, and graduation. I’ve had dinner with friends and family roughly eight times. Traveled to seven different cities. I’ve tried out five new restaurants and been back to three all-time favorites. Hosted two dinner parties, helped pick out a convertible. And lived out a passing fantasy of driving topdown into the sunset on Saturday night. And sadly I think I remember more about what I was worrying over (deliverables, timetables, next appointments, clients on the verge of unhappy, laundry, bills to be sent, getting my next workout in) than I do of the experiences of the occasions. Summer’s the perfect time to recalibrate, given how quickly it, too, passes. This year, I’m really going to stop and smell the roses ... they started blooming this week.