Written words aren’t what they used to be.
I had a conversation with a friend recently that led me to an epiphany (no clue what that word means, but I like the way it rolls off the tongue). The power of the written word has taken on a completely new meaning over the past few years, and we had better take notice.
Dear 19-year-old-me,
Last night I played softball for the first time in several years. It wasn’t pretty. And a friend who’s only slightly older than me went down hard with a pulled hamstring. I was not so unfortunate, although my hamstrings are screaming at me today. Which reminds me, who decided to call them hamstrings? I always picture a bunch of pigs playing stringed instruments when I hear that word—like a piggy string ensemble.
Today I had to take several headshots for some upcoming events. When I had the chance to review them, I was not pleased. I looked old and chubby. What happened to you, 19-year-old-me? When did these wrinkles around my eyes become so pronounced? When did my gut start poking out? When did hair start growing out of my ears and nose at a breakneck speed? When did I start grunting every time I stand up?
When did YOU become ME?
Yup, that’s us!
On February 15, 2012, my wife and I appeared on Wheel of Fortune during their valentine’s couples’ week. I am writing a detailed account (in parts) for those interested (and because in the months before our show we read as many blogs as possible from former contestants). I plan on posting one new part each week for the next few weeks. Perhaps we can start a Wheel Wednesday (of course, this is Monday, so we’re already starting off poorly, let’s pretend so we can keep the catchy Wheel Wednesday phrase). HAPPY WEDNESDAY! Only two days of work left. Congratulations. Have yourself a long weekend. Oh, and keep reading…