I’m sitting at the Tootsie’s airport bar in Nashville, TN. There’s an acoustic country singer singing acoustic country songs and I’m drinking yet another cold beer. I’ve spent the last four days honky tonking, eating real good, dreaming in farmland, and visiting an old friend.
It wasn’t the best time at work for me to take a vacation. I couldn’t really afford the trip. Insert other excuse here.
I had the time of my life.
We’ve all read the quotes about taking chances, making moves, going somewhere. Your sails are ready, the path less travelled, yada yada yada. There’s no way I can compete with Mark Twain nor would I want to. All I can say is do it. Do it now. Buy your ticket. Go somewhere you’ve never been. Talk to strangers. Wander down streets you don’t belong on. Go. Go now. There’s no better way to find yourself.
He just started playing a Johnny Cash cover. Excuse me while I go dance by myself in an airport bar.
“Fortune favors the bold.”
