Margaritaville Can Wait

There's wisdom everywhere; you just have to look for it. "If you love something, set it free," admonished a sign on the wall in the airport food court. "If it doesn't come back, have a margarita." Good advice, and lucrative, no doubt, for the proprietors of the little Mexican joint displaying it. Win win.

It seems counter intuitive, though, especially when it comes to people. Tossing away someone you love just doesn't come naturally to most of us. Then celebrating with some tequila when the person doesn't return? Seems downright harsh. But as I was pondering the pros and cons of the whole issue, I came upon another bit of wisdom, right there on the sign outside the church near my house. "God loves you regardless," the large black letters assured me. Manna from heaven! Okay, then; without so much as a look back, out with the old loves, in with the new. L'chaim.

The other day, I read an essay by a guy who had become hopelessly addicted to Twitter, apparently losing his job and his wife as a direct result of his obsessive hourly tweeting. (I still don't really understand the concept of tweeting as it relates to humans, but it sounds even more narcissistic than blogging, if that's possible.) So this guy would spend almost every waking moment dreaming up clever little tweets for his fans (who numbered in the thousands), obviously at considerable cost. Although I get the feeling he may have snuck in a margarita or two at the loss of the wife.

Finally, he engaged in a sort of self intervention and quit, cold turkey. Actually let go of the thing he loved more than life (or wife) itself. That story, and the serendipitous snippets of wisdom I've come across in the past few days, led me to consider whether I should let go of my blog, set it free. It's certainly something I love, so much so that I leave home at 5:30 many mornings to sit in Starbucks and see what comes out. So much so that I often rush out on my dog at great risk of finding lakes of pee and piles of poop upon my return. So much so that I skip much needed workouts and ignore the ever accumulating clutter in my house. And my head.

Even the prospect of a margarita doesn't diminish my terror at the thought of my blog failing to return, leaving me forever. And let's face it; no amount of tequila will stop me from replacing this little space with yet another obsession, so why let it go in the first place. People may be expendable, but my little piece of real estate in the blogosphere just isn't. (Just don't tell the people I love I said that.)

And if anyone thinks my priorities are screwed up, it doesn't matter. Cause God loves me, regardless.