IT MATTERS

 IT MATTERS

It is just a matter of time and you will change your mind.  I do it.  The cat does it.  Even now, Microsoft is doing it.  And it doesn’t matter why.  At first I was thinking to ask, "Do you think it matters?"  and I answered my own question.  It matters.  It matters that I show up from time to time, and cry in my sleeve.  Or cry over spilt beer. 

 

Not to say the sheckles are running out, more like I hate to waste and its good to the last drop.  Not sure what advertising that was, maybe Maxwell House Coffee.  As I get older, I tell myself, just keep doing it.  It matters and why not?  Writing blogs and its simple.  Turn the computer on, and spend time with yourself and just write.  No time for criticism.  Failure is not the object.  Matters little if you are a professional or just some smuck like me, making good with what you have.  It all adds up to a good time, with baby in your lap, sucking on the pacifier.

 

Was looking at a cartoon, with an old guy with a long beard holding a sign, saying:  "The End Is Near."  I laugh.  Makes sense to me.  It matters, every conversation and interaction.  Time is a commodity and I noticed its been 3 weeks since I’ve posted a blog.  So now, its time.  Just do it.  Failure is an option, and we are only human.  Disappointing that something happens on our watch, and for a while it registers and we are sad.  You can understand.  It happens. 

 

But really, is it worth making a big deal about.  Depends.  If you are a role model, it matters.  Otherwise, continuance is a good word and a promising thought.  So what if you lack natural talent, keep writing.  Make that blog happen.  And so this is my small contribution to the big picture and its promotion.  Little things inspire me.  And yes, it matters.  What we do.

Ask the question.  Does it matter?  Stock answer, it matters.  And at some point you just want to bury your head in your arm and sob.  It matters who I am dating.  Ugly guy need not apply.  Ok I say that as a joke.  We all need love.  Come as you are.  And when you do, be prepared.  I will tell you loud and clear.  It matters how you look.  Next time put on clean clothes and comb your hair.  And that applies even if you are going to college and is early and you have been sleepless, for what seems like forever. 

 

Even so, we have to give it a little effort.  It matters.  We can fail.  We can do poorly, or average.  Getting a D is not the end.  Who cares how many sign up for ObamaCare.  Not in my neighborhood, where the young people outnumber the poor, 10 to 1.  Just saying, we don’t all live on facebook, nor live life as a beauty contest.  Some people do, but not me.  But the bottomline is that if it matters to you, then with due consideration, I can step back with what is important to me, and honor you and what you do, when you say, " It matters.  Listen up."

 

 So now we are done to basics.  Young person wants to go to college.  Needs a better job.  Wants to meet cute guys and marry one who can provide.  So matters.  ObamaCare.  Stay healthy.  The End is Near.  Obviously there is no end to it.  We can’t be heartless.  We have to care.  Wonderful words and to see it in print, just makes my day.  That is one way to celebrate a blog.  Big or small.  Sexy Tuesday.  It gets posted and for a minute we don’t have to feel bad about a child raised without a dad.  So that’s it for today.  It matters.