Just to get it out of the way, yes, the title of this post was stolen from Jimmy Buffett. I don’t know if he took it from someone else. Whatever.
This has been on my mind recently and of course the only way to deal with something that is on my mind is to write it down so I can promptly forget it again.
So whatever thrills you
Anything you love to do
Just say someday I will
Don’t need to know who
May help you make it come true
Just say someday I will
You probably have figured out by reading here (or by knowing me in person) that I’m somewhat of a homebody. Boring. I don’t go anywhere or step outside my comfort zone, not without years of research or plenty of alcohol. Sometimes both. I’m not the guy to burst into the party popping a champagne cork, more like the red shirt guy that they always talk about in the past tense on Star Trek, as in “Er, one less to beam up, whatshisname isn’t coming back.”
I don’t want to make excuses or anything like that, to quote that other great Sailing Philosopher, “I yam what I yam.”
Lately, for some reason, I have this urge to do something. Maybe it started when I saw a concert last fall with an old high school friend I hadn’t seen in years. Maybe it is the support that has poured in from bloggers and friends from afar when the shit hits the fan here and I post one of my whiny entries about the suckitude, and keeps pouring in even now.
I think it would be really cool to travel and actually meet people whom I only know from their blogs or emails or phone calls. I can easily come up with a couple dozen people from here or FB that I would love to see in person. They are all over the world, so of course it wouldn’t be practical nor easy, but that’s the feeling I have – “wouldn’t it be nice.”
Just writing these thoughts down instantly kicks off my defense mechanisms, of course. In the two hours I’ve been tinkering with this entry I’ve already made a mental list of at least 20 reasons why it would never work out, why I wouldn’t have the guts to stick my neck out and try and do this, would never even make it out the door. But you know? I’m going to hit publish anyway. It’ll give me something to look at years from now and go ‘hey, remember when I thought about actually meeting people? WTF?’
Or maybe, just maybe, I’ll look back and see this as a turning point.