My Harley is lonely. No kidding. It sits there when I walk by with a stack of books under my arm and just pouts. The dust on the saddlebags and tank is now thick enough to write and draw pictures in. You can push the dust into little piles and form your own personal Everest or Grand Canyon. Terrible...

That's the problem with life in the USA. Everybody is so busy with the urgent stuff they don't do the important stuff. Get up, get to work, get the kids to school, run the errands, pay the bills, do the dishes, mow the yard, buy the groceries, do the wash, fix the lawnmower, clean the car, clean the house, clean the office, fix the faucet, paint the fence, make the beds...

I did a memorial service for a sweet lady who belongs to a sweet family. Best of the best. Bestest of the bestest. They had pictures of all the stuff they did together - fishing in Alaska, Disneyworld, Colorado, Canada, and lots more. They played games together, did fireworks , cooked out, traveled all over and shared lots of laughs. I love that they did the IMPORTANT stuff together. Not just the urgent stuff. They have more memories than most people have dreams. Maybe that's the key - if you dream of doing the right stuff with the right people for the right reasons you'll actually wind up DOING some of it.

Resolved: I will do some important stuff with people I love - the tyranny of the urgent be blasted!!

I feel better already. How 'bout you?

That's my Harley you hear coughing into life. I think I sense a smile on my face.

Peace.