Time for a confession.
It’s been whispered about, here and there, for a few months. I’ve had some friends and former co-workers ask me about it, too. And there has even been some Internet speculation, by people I don’t even know. It’s been…strange. And I have to say that I haven’t particularly liked being less-than-candid with certain people.
But the speculation is true. It’s true.
How you are when you are younger is well and good, but how you are when you get older – so goes the cliché, anyway- is almost always different. You get older, you change. That’s just the way it is. It’s certainly been that way for me.
Some of you may have noticed, therefore, that my enthusiasm for certain things – and for one “thing” in particular – has waned, in the past year or so. I hardly mention it at all anymore, if at all. There’s a reason for that. The reason is I just don’t believe anymore.
I could dress it up in all kinds of finery, and all sorts of self-justification. But I won’t. I’ll just say it, instead.
Last night, I tore up one piece of paper – and went online to get a new piece of paper.
From these people.
For me, right now, it was the right thing to do. It wasn’t easy, but it feels right.
For those of you who are upset, or don’t understand, I’m sorry. But it was time – and it was time for me to make my little confession.
Good luck and God bless.
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