When I was a kid I loved playing games, making up new games, modifying games, adding, subtracting to games, watching Orange and Yankee games, and I even remember some of the names of the games…but mostly not. Getting a little long in the tooth? Or hoof? Nowadays. Or is it long in the britches? Stitches? Whatever- I think my perfect job might be game show host of games, where I can be a part of a game and do my other pastime…talking.

But- the funny thing is- I really don’t like talking. I really love peace and quiet and once in awhile if I have something to say, and I can figure out who I should say it to and when…and I have thoroughly vetted all possibilities of whether or not I may be wrong or right or should I just be quiet? Wait, what? I was trying to tell you that I don’t usually wake up and have anything to say. But if I am in the right place, the timing is right and my audience is awake you can be sure that I will find it hard to put the microphone down. But….and there always seems to be a butt around here, but, but, but BILL! Please stop talking. Ok. Fine. Wait. Can I say one more thing? Yikes- I was afraid you’d say that…..hang on. I am trying to write. And be right. All the time. If you want to be right all the time you won’t be right. And that’s just wrong. . Besides, if you do it right you can find what you love to do, be who you want to be, and who you will become. Which, for me would be game show host. Except for one problem…

I can’t do makeup. I avoid fake faces and starchy suits as much as possible these days. No sir. I just want to talk a little bit. Write a little bit. And teach lot. That’s all. Simple, really- if you consider how complicated I can be, that is a miracle. And if you understand any of this then you are better off than me! Hey, that rhymes with humility which is something I try on for size- once in awhile. When I smile, which is every day. Now, that I know what I am doing.

Yup. Doing. Means less talking. I think that is where I started. So if I did this write the right way I can be done now and go to bed straightaway….or was it a roundabout?