I didn’t wind up getting to say the still, small thing I hoped to say because somehow it wasn’t time.
I didn’t say anything reckless or foolish to someone else when I thought about it because it would probably never be time.
I didn’t go to the bar where a few good people are singing songs in memory of a vivid but faint acquaintance who passed away last week.
But I did get to do one or two good things for other people, and I did get a couple of nice direct messages. That, and getting rid of the mustache and soul patch, will just have to do for today.