It seems only fitting that it is T-Minus 30 minutes till the “30 To Cure 30” madness and craziness (I mean experiment) begins. I guess I have an odd fascination with the number 30.
As I began to ponder which issue or habit needed my attention the most, I was bombarded with numerous struggles raising their hand yelling “Ooooo…Pick me! Pick me!” Alas, I told them only one could go to the head of the class. With their downcast faces eating at me, I told them to perk up and reassured them every one would get their time in the spotlight. They just need to be patient. This news made ‘Lack of Patience’ perk up thinking they were first. He jumped out of his seat only to find out it wasn’t him. Oops, that was a bit embarrassing.
After order was restored, I grabbed the sealed envelope, asked for a drum roll and announced that the lucky winner was…
30 DAYS TO BECOMING A MAN
All the habits and struggles seemed confused. I wouldn’t be surprised if you are scratching your head when it comes to my selection. After all, it seems as if I am already a man. It would appear I have all the working equipment that comes with being a man. You know: not good with remembering special occasions, tendency to ignore the ‘honey do’ list, susceptible to catching March Madness, eyes that glaze over when the wife talks about her day.
Oh, wait. You thought I was talking about the other type of manly equipment. All I have to say about that is I’ll pray for you and get your mind out of the gutter. I could go on and explain the heart behind my decision, but what fun would that be? I guess you’ll have to come back and read more.