Weblog Sin Pies

By Charley Daniels

I looked up from my keyboard today and said aloud, to no one in particular, “I’m wasting my life.” But after some careful thought and some self-directed pep talks, I started to feel more optimistic. I came to the conclusion that yes, I am in fact wasting my life today, but what would my life look like right now if it weren’t being wasted? What would I be doing that I’d consider worthwhile? It made me feel better to realize that there’s no answer to that question at this point, so this waste of time is more like the type of hiatus you must fill while you’re in line at the grocery store or while you’re waiting for water to boil. It’s necessary. Unavoidable. Because what would your life look like if it were all boil and no buildup? Maybe James Dean’s? Elvis Presley’s? Jimi Hendrix’s? Chris Farley’s?

Not that I think you should stick yourself in a rut to avoid dying young. Not at all. I don’t really know what my point is, but as far as justification for my own rut, I like how dramatic this explanation is.

The real story is I’m lazy and I’m comfortable and I’m scared to upend all that. But not quite afraid enough to not do it, which makes it even scarier.

In other news, our company holiday luncheon (sounds fun already, huh?) is on a Tuesday at noon. We go to press on Tuesdays, so guess who has an excellent excuse not to go? Someone up there [points to corner offices] loves me. Or hates me but inadvertently made me happy. I win again!