And she definitely isn't singing. I've got five full days left on this ship. And I don't plan on letting any of them slip away. Sure, I'm sad about leaving, but I have lots of time to be sad at home. The last thing I want to do is let the thoughts of missing my friends and the ship and my life of travel and adventure consume these last five days. That's not how I want to go out.
I want to go out spending more time with friends than I do sleeping. I want to go out playing piano and writing stories and playing Settlers and being out on deck. I want to go out tanning, reading, and listening to music.
When I have sad thoughts about being home, I won't avoid them. Just as one of the greatest television characters explained in the first episode of one of television's greatest endeavors, I'll let them in. I'll let it in, but only for five seconds. I'll admit that those feelings are there, I'll know that I can't escape them, but five seconds later I'm going to continue my last days on the ship like there is no tomorrow.
So I hope that the fat lady is warming up her voice, because she's going to be singing for a very, very long time.
P.S. The post about me staying on the ship and playing piano was an April Fool's joke. I'm sure you've figured that out by now, but there may be some who were still wondering. I WILL be at Chapman in the fall.
Friday, May 1, 2009
I Don't See a Fat Lady
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Hi Jonathan!
ReplyDeleteI am going back to read the rest. You have such a nice presence in your writing. Your cleverness and humor come shining through. I can tell this was an experience of a lifetime. Enjoy the last few days at sea. ;)
Mrs. Millam