I have tomorrow off. I completely need it. The question is: what do I do with it?
The first consideration is always weather. Then there's personal considerations, such as house chores, personal need for downtime, etc.
If you've looked at the weather, you can see that it's 77 tomorrow, but windy. Sunday is supposed to be 80 and sunny. I've got the bathroom still in shambles. I've got the closet 1/4th built. I've got a good week's worth of work left on the two. And it's becoming more of a nuisance to have clothes strewn across the other two bedrooms.
So I'll work. Even if I want to relax. Cause I'll relax afterwards. I'll take a long break from working on the house.
But there-in lies America's trajedy. Take Ted. Ted can do anything. The ways he can do anything are still set. IE, he'll have to make money to buy a fast car, if that's what he wants. He must work or scheme to make money. La-dee-dah. But there's choices. America's freedom allows Ted to choose. Ted chooses.
From weekend plans and types of beer, to careers and the area in which Ted lives. The choices become daunting. They were more daunting when there were more choices. Coming out of HighSchool or college, Ted had simply too many choices to be able to choose. So he's still choosing. And choosing is a choice. Waiting is a choice. We all choose.
Want to be a rock star? Get playing the guitar, Ted. Want to play baseball? Better get your mit out. Want to get a wife and have kids? Better choose wisely. Better work on that relationship with the one you've chosen.
And so the trajedy of Ted and America. There's one life. There's one chance. There's millions of choices. So Ted chooses. So I choose to work on my closet.
Thursday, March 9, 2006
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