The Hazards of Changing the World
October 26, 2016 17 Comments
There are so many things in this world I want to change. The short list:
- Negate health insurance
- Reform the foster care system and adoption process in this country
- Reform corporate America so that you’re paid by the amount of work you do, not by your title.
- Enforce capital punishment for rapists, women/child abusers, and murders.
The long list:
- Change the world
But I can’t. And if we’re honest, no one really can. There’s always going to be adversaries standing in the way, time running out, bills to pay, and then more bills to pay, and then even more bills to pay. And then once you pay the bills, you start to think about doing something good to change the world, but EEEEEEEEHHHH! your alarm goes off and you’ve got to go back to work in order to …pay the bills.
Anyone ever feel like this?
And in the meantime we’ve got Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb Ass threatening to throw each other in jail if they’re elected president, and Capital Hill occupants fighting over salaries and titles …the world’s a mess. And I hate that I can’t fix it.
But I contributed to the mess. I contribute to it quite regularly, actually, by not paying enough attention to my kids and my wife. I sweep them aside to try to be someone else’s hero. I’m guilty of this every single day.
I even sweep them aside to be my own hero.
Writing this post doesn’t make me more of an attentive father just because I’m acknowledging it. They say that the first step is admitting the problem. I’ve always disagreed with that.
The first step is beginning to change.
You say, “Come on, you’re working hard to build your publishing company and meet deadlines and write this nifty awesome blog for my enjoyment.”
Sure, but during the writing of most of these post, my kids are somewhere in the background vying for my attention, or my wife is in the bedroom folding laundry.
Hollywood and singers will say, “The world changes for the better for every pair of panties you fold and put away.” Or some crap like that.
I’m beginning to wonder if the issue isn’t with wanting to change the world vs. spending time with my kids, but maybe it’s that I’m so disorganized.
I intermingle work with my publishing company, which intermingles with time I could spend with the kids, which cuts into time I can spend washing the dishes…
Last weekend I gave my wife a schedule for Saturday. I said, I’ll spend time with you guys during these hours and I’ll work during these hours. It went well. All those hours were deliberate nuggets of time well spent.
But I didn’t set anything up for Sunday. And all hell broke loose.
So I’m wondering if maybe being a little more organized is just one way to help make the world a better place. If so, I guess I’ll go fold some underwear tonight after work.