Last night my husband and I went to a reading by our friend Stefan Fatsis, who wrote Word Freak about competitive Scrabble and whose latest book, A Few Seconds of Panic: A 5-foot-8, 170 pound, 43-year-old Sportswriter Plays in the NFL, has just come out.
Stefan is funny and charming and competitive and realistic. When asked what he learned about himself on his "journey" into the world of professional sports (he became a kicker for the Denver Broncos) he balked a little and then said something like, "I learned what I could do if I really put my mind to it, and I learned what I couldn't do. And that sucked but there it is."
Now, this morning, I was about to tumble into a fit of despair because my friend N.'s downstairs neighbor has done something that deep down I wish I could do but I know I could never do. I don't mean to be coy, but I also don't feel like going into the details. All this to say, this morning, I need to focus on the thing I can do, and do well at that, and acknowledge that it sucks that I can't do the other thing, but there it is.
We've all got our thing, and I've got to do mine. Not hers. Even though hers is cool. And she's really pretty. But what can you do? I've got to do my thing, and I've got to read Stefan's book. You should, too. Even if you don't like football.