It’s hard to write this title.  I keep my word.  But not this time.

A week or so ago, I told you I’d be singing at an open mic last night.  I didn’t go.

I could have written about something else today.  You probably wouldn’t have remembered my promise.  I could have silently let yesterday fall into the past.  But I would have known.  “When in doubt, Bruce, communicate … tell the truth.”

I could list a whole bunch of reasons why I didn’t show up … but I don’t want to do that.  If I did go down that path, I can imagine two general responses from you, my readers:

Those are reasonable reasons.  It’s good that you didn’t keep your word.

Those are unreasonable reasons.  It’s bad that you didn’t keep your word.

Instead of all that analysis, I choose to sit quietly with the fact that I didn’t do what I said I’d do.  As well, I see that I need to be careful about promising things.  If the promise is tied to a certain date, I need to anticipate what life will be like then, and whether it works to promise that I’ll do something.

I love the expression “On we go”

After all the good stuff and all the bad stuff, I continue

There’s a lot of life still to be lived