In just over a month, we will be writing 2025 on checks. Well, the few of us that still write checks will be.
We are already a quarter of the way into what many of us knew as the “new” millennium. It was a brand new century that began with the worrying of Y2K.
When I was a kid back in the 1970’s, I did the math to see how old I would be on January 1st of 2000. I was going to be really old when the Twentieth Century ended, thirty-three. Then in July of 2000, I would turn thirty-four.
The bicentennial came and went. Partying like it was 1999, came and went. George W. came and went, Obama did the as well.
Everything comes and goes. Next year America celebrates its semiquincentennial. That isn't as marketable as bicentennial. All I know about this semiquincentennial, it will come and go.
All of this coming and going gives life a constant flow. Constant flow is good, leave the damn building to the beavers. If you can’t deal with coming and going, you’ll live in the past…
…and fuck yeah, I’d love to visit the past and invest in a few things differently. Unfortunately, I can’t do that.
So, coming and going it is.
Some of us will be unpacking Christmas tree lights this week. Some of us will come across a strand or two that are tangled up like the Eisenhower during rush hour.
Keep your cool… Christmas preparation comes and goes.
In thirty-eight days, it will be twenty-five years since we wrote “19__” on our documents. In thirty-eight days, we will be fifty years away from 1975.
1975! What does 1975 remind you of?
For me, 1975 was when I met a running back who exemplified how to live life. His name was Sweetness.
Lower your shoulders, bow your neck and knock that somabitch on his ass. Life won’t give you a good block, neither will Noah Jackson.
Some years we get the first down. Some years we run out of bounds. Some years we cross into the end zone. It is in those years when we claw for a first down that determines our true outcome.
It’s what the old schoolboys call “gut check.”
1975, 1985, 1995, 2005, 2015 all had obstacles, all had astonishment, all came and went.
Keep your cool and learn to let it come and let it go.
Or like the great Johnnie Taylor once sang, “Shake it up, shake it down, move it in, move it round, disco lady. Push it in, pull it out
move it in, round about disco lady.”
Good words to live by….
