Tonight, January 1st, now technically January 2nd, I am writing my first of what I hope to be fifty-two blog entries in 2019. I know, that’s a rather ambitious goal seeing as I barely wrote fifty-two blog entries in the last ten years. The hardest part of doing this I only realized yesterday. ‘I can not think of fifty-two interesting things to write about let alone turn them into several paragraphs’ I said to myself.
And then I remembered a project I worked on in 2017, one that is still going to some degree in 2019. I described this briefly to a friend the other day, and I have decided that I will talk about it in greater detail tonight.
I started on a rather ambitious list, a listing of “All the things I have done in my life” up to this point, and I mean everything I have done. Let me give you a couple examples from this list of 172 things:
Number 10 – got married
Number 11 – got divorced
Number 40 – wrote in a newspaper
Number 62 – witnessed an accident
Number 105 – asked for directions
And so on. I am not going to list them all but what I am going to do is pick 5 random points and write about them each time I need inspiration for a blog entry. Tonight, will be the first five picked, and no, it is not the five I just listed that would be too easy. Okay, maybe one of them will be. I am going to be lazy though and not bother with the number of the point, I do not have them so meticulously numbered in this booklet so to speed things up I will just omit that part.
Here is the first one, “made a wish”.
Have you ever made a wish? I have, several times. I have wished on a star. I have wished on one of those poofy dandelions before blowing the seeds away. I have not wished on a four-leaf clover. I did see one, twice, different ones, but not ones in my possession. I can not begin to recall all the things I have wished for in life. I probably wished for a girlfriend, for pain to go away, for the winning numbers for the lottery. This was years before I learned about the law of attraction and how wishes can, eventually, come true if you want them enough.
The second, “got lost in the woods”.
I have only gotten lost in the woods once. Now, some who really know me might recall a time near Brampton I got lost during a terrible thunderstorm and used my knowledge of urban development to get us back to the car. That’s a story for another time and does not involve the woods.
The one time I was lost in the woods was, ironically, while trying to use a compass to get out of the woods and back to camp. It was at the Outdoor Education Centre near Wiarton, Ontario. We were there, as a class, for a few nights. For one afternoon the exercise was to be taken out into the wilds, given a compass and coordinates and find our own way back to the facility. I was never, and still am not, very good at reading a compass. I ended up relying on one of my classmates to help me find my way back to camp. The strange thing about it is, in the years since, I have developed a natural ability to find my way back to civilization (my hotel, my car, whatever) when I am travelling to new places. I guess I proved the point of having another person along with you when you go hiking in the woods.
The third, “played sports”.
I was just remembering the other day about playing floor hockey way back in elementary school. I received several school merit bars for my activities. I remember that in floor hockey I was the guy who would head up into the defensive zone and slap the puck or ball, I forget, into the net past the goalie. I think one year I was on the Aqua team? We played floor hockey, volleyball, soccer, basketball, and track. I was not that good at sports as my life progressed, perhaps it was because of poor upper body strength or perhaps I just did not want to be a jock. I do not know. I could run, and I could throw. There are more memories I have, that might be the reasons why, but I will not get into them tonight.
I wish I had saved everything from back then. To be honest I do not remember what I did with all my awards and such, I think I destroyed them all that first year I was in college and suffering from depression. I spent days shredding and ended up filling two garbage bags full of my life including dozens of poems and short stories, school awards and certificates, journals (called diaries back then), and, anything else in my life I had accumulated over about ten years.
The fourth, and I am listing this one on purpose, asked for directions.
Yes, I, Kevin Klerks, a man, asked for directions. Okay, it was only twice in my entire life, not counting getting lost in the woods, but still, two times I admitted defeat and got directions to my destination.
The first time would have been back when I was visiting family down in the city. And then I was not even really lost. I ended up being about two city blocks away from their house in the suburbs.
The second time was down in Kentucky. Somehow, shortly after leaving the interstate to get fuel, I got turned around and I had to ask the cashier at the station how to get back to the highway. It turns out I was significantly off course and it was a good idea I asked for directions. It helped that she was cute too, yes, I went there. Hey if you are a guy and you need help at least get it from someone you want talking to you for as long as possible.
The fourth, wrote a letter by hand.
In fact, I have written many letters by hand. The last one I wrote would have been back around 2015 or 2016 I believe to a friend in the States. I used to write very long letters to a girlfriend of mine, years ago. I think the longest one I ever wrote was over sixty pages, yes six zero pages. I know your first question “What the heck did you have to write about that took up sixty pages?” Well, let’s see, I think it had some personal stuff, some poetry, probably the weather, comments about work or life. Could I write that long a letter today? Probably not, heck I have enough trouble writing blog entries consistently.
The fifth, sang karaoke, once, and never ever again.
It was at a bar in downtown Brampton. I foolishly got up on stage, clearly identified myself and a co-worker friend of mine at the time and proceeded to slaughter ‘Cats in the Cradle’ by Harry Chapin. I did it on a dare and suffice to say I was never dared to sing karaoke again after that. I remember the night, the bar, going up on stage, singing horribly, and wishing that when I drank, I would forget everything I had done that night. No such luck.
So, there you have it, five things from my list of “things I have done in my life”. To be continued the next time I lack inspiration for a blog entry.
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