My friend and co-work Beej knows me better than anyone down here. I don't know what this man is made of, but he has been patient with me when I have been strategizing on how not to mess up my things. And it always seems that the moment when the moment of brilliancy (as I like to call it) strikes me, Beej knocks it all down like a pile of blocks when he says, "Hey, Mose, what are you tryin' so hard for?" Call him my best friend, my life-coach, the Greek chorus in the saga of my life, my translator when it comes to the opposite sex. He manages to be neutral when all I want is someone to tell me what to do, and tells me what to do when I throw everyone else to the wind. Which maybe isn't what the Greek chorus does, and anyway, Beej isn't Greek, he's Creole. Anyway, the point of this post isn't to talk about how great Beej is, even though he does give a mean high five.
The point is, I spend too much of my time worrying myself about that whole Dr. Suess list of things. And I got the best advice from him. Which I know I've heard before. But it never made sense like this. "Just don't mess it up today," he said. Which I like. I can handle today. It's tomorrow that makes me worry. Not messing up right now seems so much more manageable.
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