Now that I have a blog, that means I have to actually write a blog. To me this reminds me of some homework assignment given to me while junior high school. You know the one I am talking about, free write for 20 minutes about anything. So you start out with something like, “I can’t believe I have to free write something for 20 minutes, what am I going to write about? Well there’s that cute new girl named Laura, she said Hi to me and smiled. That was kind of cool. Then she got bombarded by the Jock Squad and I was soon forgotten.” At least that was how my free writing experience typically went. Writing a Wilmington NC homes for sale NC Real Estate agent blog feels eerily similar. I sit behind my keyboard prepared to write and then see that my desk is a wreck and I think I should clean it off first and then I’ll write the blog. Meanwhile I pray someone will call me and interrupt me so I may perhaps put the blog off for one more day. But if there is one thing I’ve learned is that procrastination is not only silly, it can be devastating.
In December I learned that a dear friend of mine who had been fighting cancer was at the end of the line. He was admitted to Hospice Care in Durham. His wife contacted me to inform that he was nearing the end. I planned to go and visit him on Saturday, but life interrupted and I did not make the trip. I rescheduled it for the following Wednesday. I called the night before to tell the wife I would be up the following morning only to find out that Ken had passed just a few hours prior to my call. I was devastated. I was devastated at the loss of one of the most pure souls I’ve ever known. I was selfishly devastated by the fact that I did not get to say goodbye. I made a promise that I would not procrastinate on matters of such importance ever again.
Obviously a blog isn’t life or death, but as the old saying goes, “Never put of til tomorrow what you can do today, because tomorrow your friend might be dead.” That is not the old adage, but that’s if for me. Morbid, yes. Depressing, certainly. But Ken would laugh at that quote, as would his wife. Incidentally, after the tears and heartbreak during that phone call with his lovely wife I said, “Well I was calling to say I’ll see you in the morning…but I guess not”. We laughed…because we could not cry anymore. Live, love, and laugh DAMMIT!
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