the accidental meme
I was visiting a few blogs I don’t read often enough tonight and saw this post about doing something that scares you every day for a month. And then I thought:
“Hey, it’s only the 2nd day of November, but I’ve done that every day of this month! How cool am I? Very. I am very cool.”
Because on November 1, I took the first step toward my participation in Movember. Which, as silly as it may sound, scares me. I know in a few weeks I’ll be self-conscious every time I meet a client, opposing counsel, mediator, judge, in-law, church member, preschool teacher, new neighbor, superior officer in my chain-of-command, or cashier because of what I can only anticipate will be a very unbecoming fixture on my face. But I’m doing it anyway, because I like Doug and Jason, and I dislike terminal illness. And while the stubbly evidence of said commitment was slight on 11/1, it was still there.
On November 2 (today), I agreed to meet someone who reached out to me through this blog for lunch. Yes, I’ve met bloggers before, but it’s always been at my request after I’ve read their blogs for a long time and at an occasion (usually while traveling) that I’ve chosen. This time, someone I didn’t know very well reached out to me. So, I walked over to Flip to dine with Martin, who comments here from time to time as the Honourable Husband (I assume his growing up in Australia causes him to throw an extra “u” into words like Canadians do).
His first question to me upon sitting was an inquiry about my brother, whom I haven’t discussed on here in well over a year. This was odd for two reasons:
1) the first time I asked to meet bloggers I knew while in their hometown, I immediately asked about a sensitive subject as well, which inspired her to write an entire post about that question. And,
2) the person I sent to visit with my brother in the post about him is the person I’m supposed to see again, for the first time since I wrote the referenced post, tomorrow. But about my own demons instead of my brother’s.
I suppose tomorrow’s conversation will be the 3rd action this month that scares me.
But you know what? I’d rather have lunch with someone with whom I can skip the small talk. It was fun. Refreshing. Real. Next time I’m in Munich, I’m totally going to invite myself to lunch with him in return.
So, November? You’re shaping up to be a month worthy of teenaged cliches. Bring on the amazingly epic stuff.