“Don’t forget your roots.” (Dave Delaney)
Life can get crazy. Crazy busy.
Maybe it’s a function of getting old(er). They always said that time speeds up as you age. I’ve noticed that very phenomenon, but sometimes I think it’s just because I allow life to get cluttered with a dozen different concerns, both large and small.
The kids have school and gymnastics. The wife is climbing Mount Rainier. The cats need food and the dog needs to walk and chase his ball.
There’s the upcoming national election, and the financial debacle in my home town of DuPont.
Bible studies and church fucntions compete with running the largest network of independent hobby game websites, not to mention new initiatives like running my upcoming conference in Boston on the business of games.
So many little things fill up the calendar and the In Box. It seems there’s little time to sleep, much less notice the passage of time.
When you don’t take time to relish the present, you have less time to remember the past.
It took me a little while to come to grips with Dave Delaney’s third ‘life lesson‘ about remembering your roots. Here’s us discussing it:
Here’s what I’d like to remember:
* My parents love me. We didn’t always get along. At times we fought and at times I really didn’t like them. I never doubted they loved me, though. They were a good example for me, and I hope that my girls look back on me and can say the same thing. I hope they know I love them.
* There’s stuff outside. We had pinball machines growing up. When I was a teenager, I even got a Commodore 64! But, there was no internet – not for the unwashed masses, anyway – and even cable TV was a luxury. If you wanted to have fun, you went outside and rode your bike, or played kickball in the street. I love all this awesome technology, but it’s helpful to remember that there’s more to the world… just outside the window that I usually have my back turned to.
* A simple life is beautiful. My grandmother once told me that she tried to live a simple life – that she had her family and her church and that’s all that really mattered to her. I thought, in my youth, that she was just old. Now? Now I see she was a wise woman, and I’d have spared myself a lot of stress if I’d learned years ago to slow down and enjoy the simple things in life. I haven’t learned this lesson completely, but the knowledge is always there, in the recessed of my brain, ready to teach me a better way should I ever care to tap it.
Add to that my sister that lives in Maryland who’s expecting her first baby, my cousins in Upstate New York, and my friends in Boston and Michigan and Canada.
Thanks, Dave, for reminding me to stay connected to the people I’ve known.
I think I have some emails to send and phone calls to make.