I didn’t suffer through Austin. Actually, quite the opposite. Yea, the Texas Sun is hot and there is enough barbecue around every corner to choke a bull, let alone a skinny Jersey boy, but there was more to it than that. Kathy lives in Austin and it’s reason enough to stop by. Kathy and I met through mutual Jersey friends years ago and with every visit between here and there we grow closer. She is hands-down one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. So nice, in fact, I have to wonder sometimes if either she wants something, broke something of mine, or has some sneaky ulterior motive. Truth is Kathy is an anomaly. She is that nice and she is a great friend.
Put us together and it is all questions and pleasant shrugs of shoulders.
In retrospect, my suffering doesn’t seem all that compelling. Kathy was just trying to help. And actually she did. It wasn’t the snail’s pace our tubes went, floating down the Comal River on Independence Day. It wasn’t eating delicious Indian food and then kicking back to watch the fireworks over the Congress Bridge. It wasn’t even the four straight days of air-conditioning I soaked up during the blistering days I was there. It was just one of those amazing little discoveries we had during one of those amazing late-night talks with a friend. It was just a moment and suddenly I realized I was suffering for no good reason.
Don’t work hard, unless it’s a work of passion. Don’t suffer, unless you believe it’s right. Don’t live life without friends who are willing to ignore your shortcomings and force you to be a better person.
Until next time…