My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Trying Something New
The trouble with trying something new is you may be successful at it and, even more a danger, you might like it and so will have to either pursue or drop it, knowing there is a cost to either choice. Of course, when it is time to try that new whatever it may be it is time and so you may as well do it. Consequence is not the consideration.
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