As long as one keeps searching, the answers will come. –Joan Baez
My brother stands at the door to the room I am occupying in his house. The first floor guest bedroom I have declared my temporary fortress until I decide my next steps and trip.
“You have a lot of relationship books.”
I look around. He is right. I hate when he is right. I like learning. I start talking in parables. You spend months studying for your comps, fine projects. Why not put the same zeal and effort into life.
“But you put all that stuff into practice with exams. You need to put your stuff”–he points to my books–“to practice.”
He adjusts his backpack pats the dogs head and rushes our before I can say anything.
He is right. Again. Have I told you before how I hate it when he is right?
Practice is always the hard part for me. Coming up with the grand ideas and talking about those ideas, sure. That’s not the problem. Execution is never my strong point.
I had this grand idea about recharging my love life this year, and so far that has winnowed into a few bits of nothing.
I have to take the leap. I have to stop searching in books and pick up my start in the dating world.
Practice makes perfect. For me at least, practice will be the culmination of everything I’ve learned so far.
