It doesn’t make a fleck of difference that I’ve only run once this month. The clock will still turn over.
It doesn’t do me any good to dwell on the myriad little inconveniences that have kept me from lacing up my runners. I will run soon.
It doesn’t matter that it’s a busy time at work and I’ve got a busload to catch up on. It won’t go away, it needs to get done.
It doesn’t affect anyone other than myself that I’m feeling guilty for missing my Uncle Tom’s funeral. It’s self-imposed guilt.
It doesn’t change the world that he’s not in it anymore. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t affect change. I don’t mean that Uncle Tom changed the world like the inventor of plastics did or the way in which Malala Yousafzai is changing people’s perspectives. Uncle Tom didn’t change the world by being a saint or the devil. But he helped change the perspective of friends and family.
He helped everyone around him understand that perseverance in the face of adversity (so much adversity) is the only way forward.
He helped anyone who knew him to learn a thing or two about commitment and dedication.
He helped many to see that hard work and determination pay off in the long run.
No, the world isn’t changed without him.
But, moving forward in my running life, parenting life, working life, family life, and creative life, I will always be able to channel my inner Uncle Tom and just keep putting one foot in front of the other, just keep lifting my head up and pulling my shoulders back, just keep working to better myself in order to find success.
Tomorrow will become today. An opportunity to run will present itself. My work will get done. The guilt will fade. And I’ll be thankful for Uncle Tom and the life lessons he passed on.