i always marveled at people who could recall the exact moment they discovered religion. and then it happened to me.
i was standing on the edge of the w.b. ray high school fighting texans track, having just finished a decidedly mediocre workout. i wondered why i even bothered. then the prophet fleshman came to me in a vision, saying simply, “trying hard matters.” life suddenly made sense. it stuck with me throughout the evening, and this morning i realized i found my religion at last. i have become a Laurentologist. i ordered my “lauren fleshman is my homeboy” t-shirt (only 35 bucks for a 50/50 shirt? how can they be that cheap?) i bookmarked her blog. i bookmarked her other blog. i spent most of the morning reading her philosophy and life story. “you can’t dream properly in a spreadheet.” amen. i am searching for picky bars. i may hold off on the oiselle bun huggers for a bit. but i’m in. the church of laurentology. was that a living colour song? i returned to the track today and ran 3 miles (11:27). nothing like a track for getting back on track. it wasn’t fast, but at least i tried. and that matters. thanks, homeboy.