Sometimes I think life decides it's going to be magic and it doesn't care what you think. We felt that last night, wife and me. We munched on cheese curds, wiping our hands after every bite. We felt fro-yo slide cold across our teeth. We played catch as the evening sun sat on our skin.
I don't graduate 'til this fall, but we made a big life decision a couple days ago. We're moving across the street to a different apartment, with a one-year lease, brick walls and windows where light actually checks in with you.
That doesn't sound big, but it is. We said yes to 8 things too many about a year ago, and I've been trying to cut them all down to zero by 2017.
I have a hard time admitting it, but I believe that whatever the problem, the solution will come when we trip on some magic sometime between now and then.
Once we get out from under all those damn yeses, the God-doubts will be sipped up like water on sun-scorched pavement. The marriage knots will untie. The flaking good as done. We'll be having sex twelve times a week. Netflix will give us 12 free months just because, so all my extended family will watch movies together and then talk about what Jesus is doing in our lives. The Twins will win 103 games because they can't always suck. The cat will learn to cover her frickin' poop. 2017 will spoon feed me milk and honey like the promised land it is.
OK, too much fun. Settle down, self.
Here's a tiny thing: I'm guessing you're the same way, maybe just a little less worse. And the truth is the future will have the same problems packaged in new ways. The cat probably won't cover her poop. The Twins maaaaaaybe win half their games next season. And the other serious stuff won't disappear, either.
That sucks. But it's also an opportunity. Show up for hard work now. Listen hard to your spouse tonight. Smile at that wacky family member this weekend. Text back and tell them you'll be there, and then show up. Pray like you only care about today's bread. t̶ ̶B̶e̶a̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶c̶a̶t̶ ̶n̶e̶x̶t̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶ ̶s̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶o̶e̶s̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶c̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶p̶o̶o̶p̶.̶ Write crappy first drafts now. The future sure won't do those for you.