Saturday, January 9, 2010
I'm going to pretend that it's 2060, and I'm 97 years old and I need help just to get to my bedpan. And God is going to grant me one wish, and that one wish is to re-live one year of my life. Because I'm senile I pick 2010.
And so here I am. Back in 2010. I can actually walk by myself. I can actually run! My kids are young and happy and healthy and not yet in prison, and my wife is young and beautiful and hasn't yet left me for Charlie Sheen, who promises her a more stable life.
So what am I going to do with my year? I still need to think about it, but it will involve hugging my kids, and kissing Jennifer, and seeing my parents, and writing more manuscripts, and enjoying running in Central Park instead of feeling that I'm running too slowly, and not stressing out about anything I have no control over, and basically enjoying being alive and being thankful for all that that entails.
Oh, and persuading Jennifer not to leave me for Charlie Sheen.