The pain of not doing it

Is greater than the pain of doing it.

First, two nights ago, on The Late Show with David Letterman, a lovely woman in her late 60s I would say, sang a beautiful Scottish folk song accompanied only by a pianist. I felt embarassed for having considered myself old for this sort of thing just a day before.

Second, on my way to the dentist today, a pick up truck passed me and drove a good five minutes in front of me making sure I see the white painted sign of Just Do It on its back window.

Finally tonight, as I was channel hopping, I fell upon the movie Little Miss Sunshine. It is all about this sort of thing mentioned above. By now I am inspired and am thinking this is all about me and for me. That brought about a decision to call my disc of vocals All About You and Me.

I do that a lot. I had been listing possible names for my book in progress even before I started writing. My favorite was The Big Tease (a word play only those who know Arabic would understand). I found out it is taken by a movie about a hairdresser.

But is this why you called?

No, you called because I couldn't sleep. I am either writing, editing, rehearsing, performing on stage, singing or writing songs all in my head. Instead of finding a way to let all these energies come thru and express themselves, I am writing essays on my blog.

And this sort of thing is the pain of not doing it.