Sh*t ke side effects: you lose a lot of ballast.
No use whatsoever putting your life s little pleasures on hold. In the end those will be your only good memories. Not the Nobel you won nor your promotion to CEO nor the million dollars in your Swiss account. Nor the bereavements, the divorces, the sicknesses. Nothing will remain save a couple of inane family insider jokes, fading echoes of seventy year old songs and some very rare mental snapshots of real friends.
Yes, life sucks.
Yes, it happens.
Yes, when it happens, you don t want to do anything.
But there never really will be that perfect moment to do things, unmarred by tragedies and/or inconveniences and/or deficiency of time.
My blog, irregular, imperfect, is still my blog. It s real. It s on my list of little pleasures that are not little. And it continues.