Follow your damned bliss

One of the sales reps that I work with, who also happens to be a good friend of mine, came in today and we had a nice visit. Nancy talked about how her husband almost died of a heart attack earlier this year and how it made her think about her own life. She'd worked so much when she was younger that she never did the things that made her spirit soar. I told her about how it took me so long to plan my weekend trip to Houston and she told me that it should have been easier.

EH!??! Easier? What she was trying to say was that my decision to do something for myself shouldn't have been bogged down by the excuses and whining. I'm too tired. I'm broke. It's too cold outside. I don't have anything to wear. My calves are too skinny. There really is no excuse when it comes to doing things that you want to do. Langston Hughes put it best when he posed the question, "What happens to a dream deferred?" Not only does it dry up like a raisin in the sun, but it turns into one of those poisonous and resentful raisins that goes around making other people feel miserable because it never came to be.

If you don't do the things you dream of doing, you're fated to end up alphabetizing your DVD collection on a Saturday night while you watch old movies and sip cocktails in your bunny slippers. What's sexy about that?