I had a small, planned procedure and knew I would be forced to sit around for a few days. I had grand plans of watching a few movies I’ve been wanting to see and writing as much as I could of that book I mentioned previously. It’s strange though as I haven’t done any of those things. It’s been one day I told myself.

There’s tomorrow and the next day, after all. I’ll be home for at least four or five days.

I haven’t really slept in two days, I thought.

That’s making it hard to focus; I agreed with that inner thought.

And suddenly I realized what a wonderful list of excuses I’d come up with. Fantastic reasoning to ensure that I would never finish what I’d started and that I might never do what I said I would because I’ll always come up with something. Why is it so hard to do what we want and so easy to do everything else? I suppose that is what makes the difference between those that do, and those that dream. A dream is nothing without action. Homer Hickam taught me that. I remember it every day but the action eludes me.

It scares me to think I could continue this way for a very long time if I let myself. Forty years could pass unchanged for me if I allow it. Don’t let that happen to you. I think I know what I have to do. Its almost funny, you see; some might call it a pipe dream. What they don’t know is, part of my work is pipe fitting.

Let’s do ourselves a favor. Start building, because everyday I see a little time pass, and every tomorrow I wonder where it went.