have no idea at all why I began this essay.
if I don’t have time to write a draft of a piece, I grab a sheet
of paper or write some lines in a notebook that outline the topic
and some thoughts. If I’m sitting at the computer when it hits,
I’ll open a document, jot a few ideas and save it. End result,
I try really hard to have something in place that reconnects me
with the idea so I know what I was thinking and if I had any designs
on where I wanted to head with it.
for this one, nope. Nothing.
a saved file with the title. Opened it up and discovered that
there is no such thing as an idea for the essay.
know. Not funny. But the darndest thing has been happening since
I opened the file a few days ago. It won’t stop bugging me. I
want to know what the hell I was thinking.
there no such thing as a really good chocolate cake recipe you
can make at home? No such thing as a useful purpose for all the
stuff I shove in the kitchen’s junk drawer figuring I’ll absolutely
need any and all of it later? No such thing as a perfect evening?
No such thing as a person that really prefers ranch dressing over
blue cheese with their Buffalo wings? (I’m hoping that one is
true. But it’s hardly an essay starter right now.) No such thing
as a way to clean my basement?
still making some jokes, but truth be told it has been providing
some amusing moments. I was cleaning the garage today, had some
stuff I needed a pair of scissors for, and couldn’t find them.
So, sure, I discovered there’s no such thing as a pair of scissors
handy when you need them.
been walking around the kitchen with a specific craving? Something
salty. Something peanut butter. Something for a sandwich… for
an easy dinner… to drink. But no matter what’s in the fridge or
the cupboards, it’s never what you want.
fact of the matter is, we all have those things that drive us
batty. Moments where we happen to be looking for something… hoping
for something… expecting something… and whoops, no, not a chance.
also have those moments of disbelief where something we’ve discovered
shocks us. Or, where someone makes a claim we don’t believe. There’s
no such thing as Bigfoot. No such thing as the Loch Ness Monster.
deliberately avoided the disbelief concept at the start of this
because, if I’m being fair, I have a strange feeling that is where
this essay was originally supposed to begin. I have no clue why
it was going there (it was not about Bigfoot), but the “no way”
or “there’s no such thing” responses to a claim seem more likely
than me doing the research for an easy chocolate cake recipe.
(Though if you have one, send it along. Thanks.)
as I kicked around the possibilities of what I could possibly
have meant by this title, where my normal routines seem to indicate
I was thinking those words would be enough of a reminder, it has
led me to a bit of a revelation. Perhaps, actually, more of a
universal theme. And that is…
is no such thing as a perfect time.
wish I could say otherwise, but as each moment and day and year
passes, I’m beginning to understand that life is the great disruptor
of plans. And perfection is unattainable.
I’ll admit the values in arguing a right time or wrong time for
this or that do have some merit. You don’t mow the lawn in the
middle of a category 4 hurricane… it’s the wrong time. You might
propose to the love of your life in some spontaneous outburst
of emotion, even though you don’t have a ring and aren’t really
prepared and wanted to wait another month or two… it really felt
like the right time.
for these examples and many more reasons, sure.
if you’re waiting for the perfect time for anything, beware.
affords you no promises involving your length of stay around these
parts. Life guarantees you no approvals for your proposals… no
admiration for your accomplishments… no rewards for your activities.
may not know why anything in the junk drawer will be useful. I
do know perfection isn’t worth waiting on.