I said it was over. I know.

I woke up, walked through the house and into my office around 515 this morning. Here I am peacefully sitting at my desk and Aiden comes in…

“Dad, they killed a opossum and brought it inside.” –

Ugh. This is not a, it is fine moment. There is no future where leaving a dead animal inside your house is recommended. But this also means, that I will need to deal with this. I know I don’t talk about it much in these posts but I actually do not have any specialized training that allows me to not freak out in these situations just as much as Aiden does. And… it isn’t all the way dead; it is still hissing and showing its teeth.

In my head I am thinking, ‘F! this! Someone else needs to deal with this. This is disgusting.’

BUT! It turns out there is no else to deal with it. I have earned that right.

So I did. I didn’t want to, but I did. I got a tote and scooped it into it using the lid and took it out to the trash. Then I cleaned the floor where it was.

Funny thing is that I had my camera out last night after dinner and was taking pictures of Titus. He is a good model. He looks so peaceful. Pretty sure he is the guilty party; the other two aren’t savage enough. I think he is.

Now, this is the part where I somehow try to weave some thread of knowledge into this post and use the dead opossum as a symbol…

Ya, I can’t. That is a stretch even for me.

This is what I think.

Sometimes things suck. There will be times in life when you look around as to who you can pass something off to, there is no one. Just you. Do it.

Suck it up. Grab the tote. Get on with it. You have a post to write.

I also wanted to share this gem from the Stoics that I happened upon this morning. I love those guys. Seneca is paraphrased here saying that:

I think this is absolutely true. I know I have fallen into this crowd many times. I spend months researching cameras but never hit record. You get wrapped up in planning OR worrying that you never actually get to experience the thing you are planning for OR encounter that fear you are so busy worrying about.

There is never a good time to take that trip, quit that job, write that article, record that podcast. You aren’t ready. The conditions aren’t perfect. You need more time.

Time waits for no man.

A book is not written. A sentence is written. And then another. And another.

Live.

-Nate