It’s Time To Keep A Promise

 

It’s time to keep a promise.

It was a promise made in a time of mourning. It was a promise made without a plan. But when the sharp pangs of acute anguish faded into the dull ache of everyday longing, that promise, while not forgotten, faded as well.

But no more. It’s time.

It’s time to keep the promise I made to myself and to my father’s memory. It’s time to go off in search of how to become a better man, a better husband and a better father. It’s time to reconnect, to re-inspire and to rewire, to reinvigorate and rediscover America.

It’s time to walk off and look for America. And, hopefully, to find something that I’ve lost.

Call it a midlife crisis. Call it silly. Call it scary. I’m calling it all of those things and more. But that doesn’t change the fact.

It’s time.