A Day Late and a Dollar More
I'm not advocating procrastination here, but I do believe that sometimes taking a respite from "serious" adult responsibilities, like work or grocery shopping or mowing the lawn after the kids forgot to or simply refused, makes us better people. Sometimes we just need to roll up our sleeves and play. When I was 19, I grabbed every opportunity to go dancing with my girlfriends on the weekends. I worked in an office during school breaks and took eighteen units during the semester, though I didn't always attend class (for reasons unrelated to dancing), and always enjoyed, sometimes even more than discussing Pascale or Voltaire, bustin' a move. Which I didn't do well but did do often. One night over Christmas break of my sophomore year, my mother told me, when my girlfriend picked me up in black boots that indicated dancing was the preferred evening activity, I would someday be a thirty six year old mother of three telling her husband to babysit for the...
