I’ll be brief. Well, brief as I can. I am Tom, after all.
Some of you might have noticed that the only thing I’ve written about in a long time is my long absence from TBT. From writing. Nothing about the ex-president. Nothing about the pub crawls. Nothing about sweaty men in tights with horned helms.
I do probably talk about that disturbingly too much. 😉
Most of the reason for that is time. As I wrote back when I tried to (as Jim Croce crooned) stuff it in a bottle, time is a rare commodity for me right now. And that’s mostly true. But who is it that said when we say we don’t have time for something that really means we aren’t making time for something? Might’ve been me. Or this guy. But whoever has said such a thing, such a thing is true.
I haven’t made time for my blog. I haven’t made time for your blog, either. I haven’t made time for books or bars or political opines. I have made time for Moxie and Ludo and Marvel because, come on, who can resist this face?
Or this one?
Or this one?
Well, as Bob Dylan crooned (<– my word of the day; I’ll try and use it at least once more), times they are a-changin’. Toms they are a-changin’.
Okay, admittedly, that was indulgent.
I haven’t really changed. My focus may have, somewhat, but my heart and mind remains the same. The song remains the same, as Robert Plant once … oh, you know the word. I am still hopeful and optimistic about my future and yours. I am still enthusiastic and have a zest for life. I am still sternly dedicated to personal growth while I strive for and enjoy self-reliance. I am an open-minded critical thinker. A modern philosopher with a truthful, and often painful, understanding of human nature. I am creative, unique, playful, and witty. I am focused on the future while sincerely enjoying the present.
I’m fairly convinced that some of that is absolutely true.
So what changes if not the Tom itself? Well, as I spoke about once before (maybe even crooned about it, if you want to put it mentally to music) it’s all about priorities. My priority box is upside-down, or at least sideways, with some of its innards spilling out. There’s never enough time for everything but we must, somehow, make time for the essential things. If I could only put time in a bot…oh, I already used that one.
So here are my vows to you, the mostly indifferent universe and to the two or three of you who remember who I am:
- I will play less Madden Football.
- I will clean the garage fewer times each week.
- I will blog.
Now this will not be easy. I really like Madden Football and I don’t want to talk about the same old, same old week-in and week-out. I want to expand my horizons, branch out, talk about something other than the scoundrel ex-president or, well, Tom.
Alright, no promises there. I’ll probably still talk a lot about Tom.
On the other side of this, obviously, is my commitment to read the very important thoughts of my friends and family out there in the universe, and somehow coax Dylan to start writing again, too. The latter is probably castles in Spain, but the former starts with you. I’ll start with your latest entry, by gum, unless you have a particularly cogent recent entry that you believe I must read. If that, I’ll start there. (But give me a hint; I didn’t state “purposely psychic” in my list of values, strengths, skills, and passions above, did I?!).
And there you have it. Very brief. Less than 700 words and it included vows, traits, personal scrutiny, too many links, fur, and the word “crooning” four times.
This paragraph is entirely filler to get me to 700 words. Ignore this paragraph altogether.
Good seeing you again, my friends! When shall we get together next?