Today was a busy day. It was go-go-go from dawn to dark; phone calls, emails, meetings, a swing by the printer to pick up new business cards, an exceptionally hard gym workout, a second shower, stuffing something with nutrients in my face, and then off to attend a conference my new business was sponsoring.  Two full-time jobs is exhilirating, but not all that restful and as the day drew to a close I found that all I wanted in the world was to watch my usual two back-to-back episodes of the Family Guy and pass out.

I eyeballed my Netflix envelope and realized that I’d ordered a documentary on Charles Bukowski — That wasn’t gonna cut it. Let’s be honest, nothing about Bukowski is restful.

I seriously considered flubbing it and grabbing the remote, but then I remembered that my commitment to this isn’t for other people. It’s for me. My motto of late is: “Moment, or Lifetime?”  I like this motto because it doesn’t imply judgment, per se.  It simply asks a question — and it’s perfectly acceptable, of course, to have a moment-moment.  But at least remembering to ask the question makes me cognizant of the fact that there is a bigger picture to be considered — a fact which is genuinely easy to forget. As my fingers twitched in my lap, I asked myself again:  Moment, or Lifetime?  Zone out, or sally forth? And sally, I did.

Tonight, I think, is early to bed with book in hand.  No glow-boxes of any variety.