On the eve of my 31st
birthday, I’m sitting alone in my hotel room that I’ll be in for the majority
of the week for work with a window that faces the roof of a neighboring building with
the brightly lit signage of a Best Buy and a Wendy’s in the distance. I’ve just finished a barbacoa bowl at a Chipotle
that I walked to at a mall across the street after having a needed workout at
the Bally’s next door. My thoughts
consume me as I remember a promise to my wife that I would guest write a blog
on her website. The only thing I can
think of is a tall, metal sliding board. The metal sliding board that I
remember is no longer in the place that I remember it, I really don’t even know
what is in its place now, probably something safer, something plastic and
shorter in stature; something that won’t burn your butt when it’s hot or not
even allow you to slide for that matter.
It doesn’t matter, it’s not the same place that I remember as being my mountain
to climb to talk to God, to…