Payback

I had a dream in which I was able to thank someone, for something that person helped me with in high school. I never actually had the time or maturity to say thanks to that person when it would’ve mattered most, and the dream seemed to give me some form of closure in the form of a hug and a thanks.

It was one of those reminders that it isn’t the things we said that we regret the most; it’s the things we didn’t say.

On the commute to work, I didn’t realize a button popped off my shirt until I arrived. No use driving back, so I decided to “Burt Reynolds” the day. I then ordered some thread and a sewing needle. Looks like I’ll be picking up a life skill soon. Better late than never.

There is only a week left of Oktoberfest and it pains me that I’ve been dry the entire month, mostly due to the Chicago Marathon, which I ran on October 13th. That should change shortly.

I have a story idea or two, and a thousand excuses not to transfer thoughts to pages. “Life is busy” is the main excuse. Well, life only gets busier…