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Do You Really Want What You Want?

On a regular basis, I'm surprised to find that what I think I want isn't actually what I want.

Last night I found out that there was a caving tour here in Budapest. The pictures looked great, and so I emailed the people that run the tour. They confirmed that they had spots available the next day, so we booked them.

We woke up this morning, and I started going through the motions of getting ready for the tour. As I did that, I noticed that I felt an obligation to go, not that I was actually excited to do it. How strange, I thought, that something I clearly signed up for of my own volition was now an obligation.

I decided not to go, and to sleep some more instead. As I faded into sleep, I wondered if I was going to regret missing the tour when I woke up. I didn't regret it, though. I slept in, worked a little bit, and then had a nice day in Budapest. I was really glad I didn't do the tour.

Lion King and books

On Mike Dariano

Life has been busy around our house lately. For the past two weeks we’ve seen a slew of family members and then Saturday, when most of them were gone, we trekked to Cleveland Ohio to watch Disney’s The Lion King and it was awesome.

Earlier in the week I was talking to my sister-in-law and we were sharing what our favorite live performances were, hers concerts, mine musicals. That I would ever come to this would have surprised my adolescent self but I do love them. The entire show is a collection of efforts that are so synchronized and detailed that I get a lot of pleasure from understanding that so much work went into creating the thing I’m watching. Venues must be booked, travel arranged, and tickets sold. Dances must be put to music, music must be practiced, and scenes constructed. Musicals are a wonderful demonstration of synergy and The Lion King was no exception. It was the best stage show I have ever seen. Everything about it was wonderful and I would go again though Book of Mormon in Columbus tops my list for next year.

In addition to being busy with family, my book of essays about parenting and life has hit 23,000+ words in the first draft. I wrote for 22 straight days before faltering over the weekend but am absolutely thrilled at how it’s turned out so far. You can read my thoughts about writing it since June 26th.

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