I have not so much forgotten as I have neglected. With all the good intentions of creating a profound and wonderfully insightful space about life, love and the Lord, I skip it, neglect it, overlook it, put it off for another day.
Procrastination is one of my hobbies. I love to start a project, I just can't seem to finish. I have several pieces of furniture in the workshop, at various levels of restoration. I have notebooks with the first chapter of any number of books that I want to write. I have fishing gear that is ready to be tuned up and restored over the winter. (I actually got those out of the boat and to the garage - progress!)
I like to play golf every now and again. The crucial component of the golf swing is the follow thru. Swing thru the ball, finish high and balanced, and your golf ball goes long and straight. So they say. Of course, that applies to all of life. Sweet sounding words are meaningless without action, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, etc, etc, blah blah blah. If the follow thru is what matters, why do I so neglect it?
My grandmother, Mary MacKenzie Dollard, was a wise woman if ever there was one. She had a word for what I need. Sticktoitiveness. We might call it perseverance, or endurance, or dedication, or a bunch of other things. Sticktoitiveness is a good word. It is what I need some more of.
The anonymous author advised us to run with endurance the race that is set before us. That is what I want to do, as a man, as a writer and blogger, as a dad, fisherman, carpenter and friend.
