By Mike Pennycook
I have a 7 month old son now. I’ve been spending a lot of time with him. I take him fishing, he likes it. He and fishing might be the most important things in my life. It feels important, at least. This past fall I’ve spent fishing instead of selling papers. I’m back mostly at Friendship Heights, but I have a nice new perspective. A lot of this personal growth I attribute to my son. I’ve been fishing for years; it is the most relaxing thing for me. It doesn’t enlighten me or give me new perspectives on myself or the others around me. When I am on the street things feel different now. Things have changed, I have changed. My priorities have changed and I am not sure if other people’s priorities have. I’m pretty sure that my new perspective is a result of my changed priorities. My son being a catalyst of my priorities changing. Fishing is my time to think all these things over.
I guess that is the moral of this story, everyone has to take time to themselves, immerse themselves in the things that make them happy. Once happy, perspectives change, priorities are different. Phew, thanks for fishing. Gives me time to recollect with my son about what goes on in my life. Do I need permission to be a different person on the job in Friendship Heights? Does my new perspective make me judgmental? Do my new priorities put me on a different plane than other people? I say NO to these questions. Others will say otherwise, I know that. I’ve admitted my part. I will be able to handle all else from all others. All I can ask of others is to not automatically stick to the first thought that comes to their head. To anyone that may pass by Friendship Heights, just think of your most favorite, most relaxing thing in the world. That’s probably what I will be doing, thinking about fishing and my son.