Regrets... my life This morning I clicked on the hyperlink to our blog, conveniently located on my google home page hoping to find something humorous and uplifting. Instead, for the third time in as many days, I find a big glaring, "I'm Sorry" at the top of the page.

Not that I'm criticizing the author (who ROCKS), but it occurred to me how that has come to be my refrain in life. Sorry. I'm sorry for not being a better husband, a better father, a better friend, a better steward of the planet, a better individual. I'm sorry I'm not brave in the face of a diminishing culture that puts us in mind-numbing boxes. I'm sorry I don't spend more time with my parents, that I didn't spend more time with my grandmother who recently passed away.

And when you get right down to it, I'm sorry that I don't have the guts to cast it all aside and follow in the footsteps of the great men and women in history. I can now understand the appeal to which the 12 apostles and 100-odd disciples responded to. "Come with me and I will make you fishers of men" probably sounded a lot like, "would you like to run away from home and go on a 3 year camping trip at the end of which you won't be any poorer/richer, older/younger than you would have been if you had spent the 3 years mending nets and caulking boats."

So what do I do instead? And by the way, I'm not really alone in this. I go on trips that distract the mind. I read books that allow me to get lost in someone else's adventures of the body and mind. I cook or buy good meals that bathe me in numbing sensual pleasure.

And what will I do tomorrow? Get up early and go to work. Start thinking about lunch around 9:30. Actually eat lunch at 11:30. The weekend will begin, during which I will catch up on my share of housework, feel guilty for an hour of recreating, eat a half dozen meals and 2 or 3 pseudo meals.

See you at work Monday!  ¶ 7:46 AM