I haven’t written on this blog since August.
I’ve been talking about starting up again for four months, but the resistance got in the way.
It took its most elusive form ever, and I didn’t realize what it was doing till yesterday.
You have to recognize not just what the resistance is doing, but how.
Old Resistance vs New Resistance
It used to be easy because, if I was eating Domino’s, I was giving in.
If I was watching my 7th episode of The Wire on Netflix in one day, the resistance was surely winning.
But this time it was different, and it’s taken me over four months to figure out how.
You can feel the brisk cool air blowing your hair back from the cracked window of the cab.
The driver zooms through intersections as if he’s the only one on the road.
He almost is.
As you look down at your phone, it says 4:16 AM.
He pulls over to drop you off.
You look out the window to see several cars pulled over, and about 20 people on the curb, just sitting there.
He looks back at you and says something you don’t understand.
You look up at the meter, 4320.
You hand him 5000 pesos, say gracias, grab your bags, and step out onto the unfamiliar street.
Then it hits you.
There’s this river.
It’s not a normal river though.
It has 4 directions.
North, south, east, and west.
At each end, delicious fish foods await.
The Early Fish Years
In the early years of the fish the river only had one direction, east.
So all fish went east for their food.
After many fish centuries, a few fish, looking for more than the same fish food to the east they had been consuming for generations, created a new channel to this river.
If you know me, then you know I’ve been a Grizzlies fan most of my life.
Especially this team that has gone to 5 straight postseasons, man they’ve been fun to follow.
On Monday May 11, the day of game 4 against the best team in the world.
An idea popped into my head.
I didn’t want to believe, and still don’t want to.
But I think it might be true.
A lot of people eat primarily, maybe even exclusively, chicken or beef.
Few people eat chicken and beef.
It makes sense that you’ll like one a little better than the other.
It depends on a number of factors.
What the lunch lady cooked in high school.
What your parents served you growing up.
What their parents served them.
Maybe your genetics are such that you lean one way or another.
Did you have a Chik-fil-a or Burger King near you growing up?
Either way, everyone naturally polarizes to one side or the other, chicken or beef.
I think that’s okay.
But I’ve noticed something else that’s a problem, I believe, among extreme chicken eaters and extreme beef eaters – popularly referred to as the ECE and EBE.
I had two choices.
Leave or stay.
What would I be leaving for?
To move to Chattanooga.
Where I’d be unemployed.
And I’d live with my grandfather.
What would I be leaving behind?
A job I liked.
I had an awesome boss.
$46,000 a year.
I had been there over two years.
I liked everyone I worked with.
The flexibility was great.
I got to take ski breaks. No one with a “real job” gets ski breaks.
Hmmm… staying sounds better doesn’t it.