I believe everyone in them has an innate power - an untapped potential for greatness. Like the mutant X gene laying dormant in our blood, we all have the ability to be exceptional at something. Maybe you’re meant to be a closing pitcher or an excellent parent. Or a writer.
But God isn’t always so forthcoming, so he hides this hidden skill set in a locked cell buried underground, guarded by a monster. Not all monsters are alike. In fact, each monster is custom-tailored to the person. Some breathe fire. Some turn us to stone. I also believe it’s no coincidence that often, these monsters are the perfect antitheses of the talent they are hiding.
My giant, three-headed monster is poor time management skills. And let me tell you, it’s an ugly beast that’s been haunting me since I was in grade school.
I was that kid who told his mom on Tuesday at 8 pm that we needed to go to the store to get supplies for the volcano that was due Wednesday morning. (Sorry, mom)
And I was that kid who woke up to the sound of my ride to school honking his horn. (Sorry, Sean)
I’m grateful that, over the years, the tides have turned. I’ve taken the offensive against my monster. I’ve hacked away at it with my sword, and it’s relatively smaller than it used to be. I tend to be more punctual these days. I’m not known for being late anymore. In fact, I’m always a few minutes early for work out of fear of being ‘that guy’. Sometimes, I even sneak past the monster long enough to steal a glance inside the cell.
But he always has a way of fighting back at the worst possible time when I have so many things on my plate. Ironically, my monster does NOT have poor time management skills.
All this to say, this newsletter is a few hours late, and I apologize. But I live to fight another day.
Part 1 of a short story coming out tomorrow.
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