Funny story – I went to the dentist yesterday for the first time since 2008. Or maybe 2007…I’m really not sure. And yes, I know that’s horrifying. Luckily, everything was fine and my teeth are in pretty excellent shape. It’s the beauty of genetics, I guess, that I inherited some really strong teeth from somewhere. The point is, I’m not really sure why I waited so long to go and get my teeth cleaned. I’m not afraid of the dentist, and I’ve had dental insurance since my first job. It seemed so silly, once I sat down and started chatting with the hygienist, that I just didn’t go for eight years. Or maybe nine…like I said, I’m really not sure.
It got me thinking. There are probably a lot of things I’ve put off for no reason. And some, I’m sure, that I’ve put off because I’m a big ‘fraidy-cat. Like taking time off to write. I bet a lot of people in the world do the same thing – it’s easy to crawl into bed at night and remind yourself to do something in the morning, and then to drink your coffee the next day and convince yourself it can wait. The truth is, though, that often enough, it can’t. We all only have so much time, and I don’t think anyone ever really feels like they’ve had enough. Why put things off, then? Why wait? What would you do if you weren’t prioritizing other things? What would you do if you knew your time was limited? What would you do if you weren’t afraid?
These are big, existential questions, especially for a Tuesday. But hey, I’ve got nothing but time to think and write. And that’s because I finally stopped putting it off and took the action that I knew I needed to take. I also made it to the dentist (finally). Progress.
Speaking of putting things off, the pictures from my parents’ visit weekend before last are finally ready, so here are a few for anyone who’s curious.
We had lunch on Saturday at one of my favorite restaurants in Leesburg, the Döner Bistro.
Best sandwich ever.
No, really. I don’t know what I did with my life before I knew Döner sandwiches existed.
We also stopped at one of my favorite shops in one of my favorite villages, The Aldie Peddler (it deserves its own post, truly), where we drank wine and played some music. Here’s my dad, being awesome.
A quick side note – Graham takes all the photos I post. He’s pretty awesome, too.