When I began this job five years ago (Does it really feel like it's been five years?), I made a request to write a weekly column. I wanted to write about pretty much whatever was on my mind, but I wanted to focus mainly on the lighter side of life. Let's face it, there's plenty of doom and gloom going around already; it certainly doesn't need my assistance. I think I have done a decent job of that so far. There haven't been massive protests demanding that the writing quill be forever taken from me (although I am quite sure there may be some who feel that would be a welcome idea). So, with my figurative quill in hand; I bravely embark on another half-decade of musings, all with the goal of bringing a smile to your face.
While I was at lunch earlier today I went to the restroom. That alone is not such a grand feat, but while I was in there, I noticed a sign over the sink that said, “Employees must wash hands.” Not being in a big rush, I stood there for a few moments. However, no employees came into the restroom, so I decided to wash my own hands.
I had someone, the other day, try to convince me that nothing rhymes with orange. I insisted that it didn't.
I've heard it said that one should “dance like no one is watching.” I suppose there's some truth to that. But I am sure that the whole “Sing like no one can hear you” only works when no one can hear you.
I've often wondered, if you were traveling in a space ship going faster than the speed of light and you turn the headlights on, what happens?
If a man is alone in the woods and his wife isn't there to tell him, is he still wrong?
I've learned in my days of circling the big, yellow ball of gas in the sky that you should never completely trust a skinny cook.
My “FitBit” watch just alerted me that I was only 23 steps away. I asked, “From what?” I looked around and didn't see any buried treasure or anything. Just the same old stuff here in the office. I walked the 23 steps, just in case there was some great discovery just waiting to be found. When I arrived at my desk, the “FitBit” told me I had arrived. I didn't need the “FitBit” to tell me that. I came to that realization five years ago.
Remember, every day is a good day on the “sunny side of dirt.”