I’ve started the practice of writing in a diary, ahem excuse me, a journal, a few times in my life. Well, more than a few. I rifled through some boxes of old stuff from my room recently and this was wholeheartedly confirmed by the stack of nearly empty journals I uncovered. It appears that historically I’m not too good about giving my journals the attention they deserve. It also seems that with each return to a journal, or at the beginning of a new one, I felt the need to explain why I’d been gone for so long, or what my intentions for this particular journal were going to be.
When beginning this blog adventure with Postmaster Pete, I probably should have realized that my journaling track record might prove threatening to my blogging success. However, like most of my starry-eyed journal dreams of yore, I thought this time it would be different.
I was wrong. Grad school started, I got overwhelmed, and I found myself reading Pete’s posts as if they were part of a blog I followed as an outsider, not one I was supposed to be co-authoring. And for that I am sorry, ’cause it’s a bummer. Now, I’m not trying to be a downer, we all know that’s not what P&J is about. But I did want to address the elephant in the…er…on the blog before proceeding. Seems my habit of setting the record straight has stuck too.
With all that being said, I’m back baby. And better than ever. You know why? Because just like the Biggest Loser, I believe in SECOND CHANCES. And I think you guys do too.
Just in case you need a little convincing, might I remind you of our great nation’s 22nd and 24th president? No, that was not a plural slip-up sir, for they are the same man. President Grover Cleveland, the only president to be elected on two non-consecutive occasions. Please sir, can I have some more? You betchya, Grov, you politicking sonofabitch.
Or how about Betty White? Girlfriend got a Guinness World Record for being the female television actress with the longest running career. Sure, there was a decent gap after Golden Girls, but this lady made a comeback that would have even left Sophia speechless. You know why? Second chances.
Ah, no one can argue with this one. Overalls. Need I say more? Yea, we all complained when our mom got us four new pairs of overalls at the beginning of the school year. “The straps fall in the toilet when I go to the bathroom!”, we’d say, but no. They were one whole outfit conveniently created by a single large piece of denim, and your pants always stayed on. Child nightmare, parent miracle. But wait! They’re cool again! Look at this sassy high fashion chick wearing Forever 21 overalls! Girlfriend looks fierce. Overalls, the great return. Second chances man, they’re game changers.
So here’s to cracking that journal back open, putting pen to paper, and hoping years down the road, someone reads what you wrote and totally gets what you were going through. Cause come on, you know that’s totally what you were hoping for.
If it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone. Gregory Alan Isakov
Thanks for keeping me company kids.