A few months ago, I endured the unpleasantness that is the annual health checkup. When I asked my doctor for an overall assessment of my situation, he explained I was healthy, and my exam had revealed no red flags. Yes, there were issues to watch for, but I hadn’t reached the age at which those issues were a concern — yet.
My professional career path has zigged as much as it’s zagged. Manual labor, administrative inundations, soul-siphoning corporate bidding — my mishmashed resume is as coherent as a toddler’s cry for his sippy cup.
But last year I became a full-time contributor to three print magazines, which has been as rewarding as I’d hoped. For the first time in some time, going to work doesn’t feel like colonoscopy prep.
And yet, I still dread Sunday nights.
For most things in life, acquisition requires qualification. This is true of purchasing a home. Credit checks, tax returns, loan applications — these all must be evaluated before anyone hands over any keys. And while such analyses assess your capability of buying a house, they don’t address your capacity for caring for a house.
Which is why I’m allowed to own one.
In November 2014, my article “Am I Too Much of an Adult to Still Be a Sports Fan?” was published by Yahoo.
This was huge for me. And as I clicked on the story, barely able to conceal my excitement, I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.
Then I scrolled to the comments section.
A body at rest remains at rest. The imprints on my couch prove true Newton’s first law of motion. I want to engage, but too often I’m met with a wall of resistance.
But recently I discovered there’s a second part to Newton’s first law, and it holds the key to breaking through:
A body in motion remains in motion.