On Sunday I bought the first season of Friday Night Lights at amazon.com and I spent most of the day watching the first 18 episodes. It's more than a football show or a teen soap opera. It's compelling, textured storytelling, inspiring and original, about a town, about families, hopes and dreams. It's alive with tension and real conflict. It makes me want to read good stories and write them.
No one called today. No one emailed. The only time I got out was for a trip to Winco for groceries. I drank a couple of glasses of wine, ate well, did my golf exercises, watched my show. It was a good, peaceful day and a restful weekend.
A big part of me is waiting for the money. If it comes, I can buy a car and the golf membership, pursue a golf that's a discipline of the mind and body. I'll get a good tan and have a focus for my energy. Since ending the football blog I've been a little bit adrift, but I'm not convinced I should go back to that. It wasn't enough. It was something I gave a lot of energy to that made me significant in a very narrow circle. Being one of the best Duck analysts out there is a meager accomplishment, although achieving an audience of 29,000 in a month meant a lot to me at the time. It's time to move on. It's scary, but I should. There's a stack of Time magazines and a closet full of books I haven't read. I could take a class. I could embark on a love affair or simply devote myself to winning the club championship.
My true path is out there. Everything I've experienced to this point is a part of it, but something more vibrant and more urgent calls out to me. I have to be honest in the next few weeks and chose wisely. I can't allow precious time to drift away. I want to tell stories, and I want to live one worth telling.