Fearless Self-Inventory Gone Horribly Awry
Okay; so the Big 47 rolls around to remind me passingly of my mortaliticiousness... a few days later, I will subconsciously try to deny said mortality by sliding into second base during a pick-up sandlot game with my high school varsity kids.
Hah! I can still slide properly, even after 30-plus years of not sliding. I got dirt on my leggings, and my knee is still in place. Take that, O Death!
Still and all, it is always proper to conduct a fearless self-inventory every now and again — it's like Quality Control for the soul.
Make a list of improvements, like a list of debts, and attack the big ones first.
So, okay, again — I guess I'll use the Old Standard, the 10 Commandments, as a starting-off point. I'm generally considered a fine, hail-well-met kind of guy.
Lessee, here... er... #1. Ah; here it is:
I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery; you shall have no other gods before me.
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Uh, oh.
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On the plus side, at least I don't have to look too hard for ways to improve myself!
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