I am bad about taking things for granted. I know that doesn’t make me special, but it is a fact of life. For someone who can be so impulsive, it is odd how much I tend to delay gratification. While a big part of my life is taking the time to appreciate things and truly savor experiences, there is a down side when you let that exquisite bottle of scotch sit on the shelf untouched, because you are afraid that the actual experience of taking the sip won’t live up to the anticipation of tracking down that elusive bottle. Sometimes, I get so focused on the potential good to come that I forget that the goal wasn’t to get the bottle on the shelf, but to enjoy what it holds inside. That’s what I mean about taking things for granted. Assuming that they will always be there when you summon the courage or energy to finally dive in. I don’t know how many times in life I have missed out on a great restaurant or exhibit that I really wanted to try only to see they are closing before I ever get around to visiting. They say that fortune favors the bold, but who favors the fellow who wants that wonderful moment of anticipation to last just a little bit longer? I wish I knew or, at least, I wish I could better recognize when the time to take the leap comes, rather than that crystal clear 20/20 hindsight of knowing when you have missed your time. So, in the spirit of trying something new, too long delayed, won’t you join me now as we stand and make the Red Needle.
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