Today’s a day when I don’t feel like writing, so I’m writing. Another Dad saying: “Sometimes we have to do things we don’t feel like doing.” I remember him muttering this to me sympathetically on a late fall evening, around 5:40 p.m. I had come home from a typical day of 10th grade and laid down my sleep-needy, adolescent body on the couch. An hour later, Dad reluctantly shook me awake. “Time for basketball practice.” Ughhhhh . . . My hazy head and heart groaned resentfully. Not at Dad—it wasn’t his fault I’d signed up for this momentarily most-unwanted obligation. Why, oh, why do I get into these things?! I chided myself in a semi-stupified state. Eighteen minutes later, I was still shaking off sleep in shorts, shirt, and sneakers in the high school gym. I made it to practice on time, and I learned an important lesson about follow-through—not the kind that makes for a good basketball shot (I never did get very good at that), but the kind that makes for a good teammate, employee, spouse, parent, friend: “80% of life is showing up.”(P.S. I actually owned a pair of these sah-weet Nike Airs! Envy of the team, I was.)
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