In my slacking off from posting this week, I managed to reach 200,000 hits somehow, according to the Typepad counter.
I thank you all for being interested in what I have to say.
This has been a momentous week. There’s nothing like seeing your life flash before your eyes to give you a little focus. I will get back on an airplane soon, as faithful reader Sharona exhorts me to do. (Read about her brush with aircraft disaster in the comments to that post).
I had been ruminating on how short life is even before this week’s event. Between the casualties of the Iraq War, the terrorist attacks all over, the threats of new ones looming on the horizon, the heroic death--and heroic life--of Patrick Tillman and the gruesome murder of Nicholas Berg, I had been thinking about how to maximize the quality of the short time allotted to me on this planet.
I have a tendency to be a slacker. Oh sure, I talk a good game, but I have to publicly make that admission. No longer. Any professional and personal goals that I have will be actively pursued. I’ll take no for an answer, but not the final one.
So if you come here and I’ve been a little lax in posting, don’t worry, I haven’t stopped. I’m just going after whatever brass rings there are for me to have in this world, but keeping in mind—especially after this week—that I also have to prepare myself for the next world.
