Excuses

I haven't posted on here in well over a year. Oops. I keep thinking that I should wait until I have something to show off. Time seems to elude me though; I never have enough, and can't even recall the last time I actually finished something. With enough time, I could probably come up with a bunch of excuses as to why. With slightly more effort, I'm sure I could justify the lack of progress in nearly every area of my life for at least the past few months.

Yesterday I walked downtown, which I like to do about once a week. I visited one of my favorite places (Westbrook On Tap) so I could have a few beers and shoot some pool. When I arrived, there was one other guy there, playing darts. He was throwing them in a way I've never seen before: cradling the dart near the center of his chest, then thrusting both arms forward and releasing. Strangest technique I've ever seen, but the results were amazing. Just casually glancing his way a few times (in pursuit of another beer), I could see even from where I was that he hit the bullseye more than once. He was, in short, the best player I've ever seen in person.

As he walked out, he passed me and smiled and said hello. That's when I noticed he had no hands.

I spent the rest of the day and most of today thinking about that. My excuses really are bullshit, aren't they?