I thought I'd be using a jetpack as my main mode of transportation by 2010. I'm not. I drove my '97 Altima to work this morning. It has 4 cylinders and a leaky roof. It's cool, but not as cool as a jetpack.
I thought I'd be quite wealthy by 2010. I'm not (I'm well aware that by some standards I am very wealthy...blah blah blah). I sat down with a financial advisor last week and he asked me what my net worth was. He said I could include my vehicles in that figure, since I didn't have a whole lot in my portfolio. I told him about my '97 Altima.
I thought I'd be a better husband, friend & brother by 2010. But I'm not. I lose my temper and my focus. I say & do stupid stuff that makes the people I really love feel like I don't value them at all. Nothing is further from the truth.
I'm raggedy Andy. I'm rough around the edges and incomplete. And I'm okay with that. I'm brilliantly ragged, but I'm alive and headed towards Jesus.
But you should know this. In 2020, if I'm not flying around with a jetpack, I'll be ticked off. C'mon science, make it happen.
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