confession

I’m not satisfied in any way, nor am I sure I ever will be.  I’m neither contented, nor especially at ease.  But I talked to one of my kids and maybe, just maybe, there’s the hope that I was to them what so many of my teachers and coaches and inspirational figures were to me, and just that possibility is enough to say that, if I died tonight, I’d be safe in the knowledge that I didn’t entirely fuck up these 32-and-a-half years.