I once worked as a fine art framer. In a tiny room, in the back of an antique shop; I framed a David Hockney drawing. That might have been the highlight of my career. My boss was an ex-marine officer, artist and a scholar. Working for this man was as much an education as the degree I was aiming towards. He repeated that line about patience and perseverance all the time. It is engrained in me. Life is about the seconds that we breathe, no doubt; and over time, they create the long haul.
My friend and employer was also a weight lifter and runner. He taught me to run. I’ve done five Jacksonville River Runs, one Cooper River Bridge Run, in Charleston, South Carolina and the Outback Half Marathon, also in Jacksonville. I can’t begin to tell you all the people ~nay sayers~ on the sidelines that told me I was going to hurt myself, and running was bad for me. I had to train myself to ignore negativity as much as I prepared my muscles and lungs.
I have put running on the back burner for the past few years. I traded that in for hiking and surfing. But I went running on a bike trail in Fort Clinch National Park the other day and had a great time. Miles and days add up. So do the people who you spend them with.
Make good choices and enjoy life, unless you have other plans.
I summarize this series with a picture of my friend Nick, who I admire for his never-ending ability to do the right thing.
When asked is my glass half full or half empty I must reply, neither.
My glass is always full.
It is full of the seen and the unseen.