My dad has always given me the same piece of advice. The tone has been different over the years, but the words are the same- “Do what you’re doing, while you’re doing it.”
I don’t know if he was just trying to share his wisdom, or I forced those words to desperately fall out of his mouth every time he saw me try to wash my hands in the kitchen sink while closing the dishwasher with my feet.
Considering I chose to write you this letter in the middle of doing three other things, I’m going to go with the latter.
I want you to know that it’s OK to not listen to country music. I’ve been listening to a local country station lately as a change of pace from the top 40/sportstalk-blur that I’m used to. People ask why I don’t listen to CDs, but I’ve got a rule about not doing more than I have to in the car when the drive is less than 20 minutes long. It’s weird, I know. Sort of like how I refuse to call anyone sir or ma’am UNLESS they work at a fast food restaurant. I can’t logically explain these things. Anyway- so country music… I thought it’d be different, but just like everyone else, they only play 8 songs in rotation. Even worse, now I know 8 country songs.
Look, I don’t have a theme for this letter. I know I sometimes try and teach you life lessons, but lately, I’ve been too busy to even know what it is you need. Is it time for the sex talk yet? Oh right, you’re four. What is sex, you say? Ask Grandpa, I’m busy doing some other stuff right now.
Wyoming born. Arizona raised. Believer. Husband. Dad. Sports Reporter. Pineapple hater. Trying to live a life of gratitude.