Blank slates

I was outside Discount Tire today waiting for them to open and repair our blow out from yesterday.

A nice man was also waiting and we were shooting the breeze, discussing the weather and other sundry matters.

The subject eventually came to getting outdoors and involving yourself with the world. He then made the statement, “Life is a blank slate. It’s up to you what you do with it.”

I remember thinking when Nicole was born that her mind was completely blank (she’s gonna love this) and that her mom and I were responsible to write the correct things on it while protecting it from having the wrong things written on it.

Every day I get to wake up and go out and do whatever it is I want to do. I get to mingle with whomever I want, read whatever I want and listen to whatever I want. My life is a gift that God has given me. Every day is a unique and special opportunity to write upon my slate whatever my heart desires.

So far, very few regrets and even then minor ones.

I would say the biggest regret one could have is wasting the slate.

Or maybe letting the wrong people write on it.