Blogapalooza, Life Lessons, Time Machine

Second Chances are for others

I don’t think there is a person alive who doesn’t wish they could have a DoOver.  A Mulligan.  A Second Chance at something in their life.  The Gods only know how many things I wish I could do over.  If Fucking Up were an Olympic event, I would be the Michael Phelps of it.

I was too busy to participate in the last ChicagoNow Blogapalooza where we are challenged to write a post and publish it in one hour. The challenge:

“Write about something in your life you’d like a second chance at”

The geek in me says that if you could go back in time and change anything, even a small thing, you totally reboot the Time Continuum and suddenly Hitler won World War II.  (Never mind the fact that you might be changing something from 1974).  Some schools of thought say that if you go back in time and drink red instead of white wine, you will significantly change the Universe.  On the other hand if you believe in Destiny then minor things have to cancel each other out.

All the baggage from the past that I carry with me

All the baggage from the past that I carry with me

My first inclination was to say I’d like a second chance at becoming an engineer.  My job pays well and I’m a smart guy, so I’m told but I don’t really do anything that matters.  I would really like to design something that improves things for people.

The point of this exercise is to…Be creative, enjoy the process. Use words, images or video. Whatever you need to tell your story.

 So who says a Second Chance means going back in time?

When I really think about it, I think I would like a second chance at all the situations where I hurt someone, either unintentionally, or more often intentionally.  Looking back through the lens of time, I see that I was often a hot headed kid whose emotions were a bundle of raw nerves and hormones with a laser-like fixation on not letting anyone put anything over on me.  Needless to say, I failed miserably at that.

So perhaps I could get a chance to apologize to those I hurt by saying the wrong thing at the wrong time or not being there when I was needed.  Or perhaps I could go back and not be so hard on myself because I now realize that things don’t have to go exactly my way for everything to eventually work out.

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