Holidays: turkey, stuffing, pudding & Tim Denning

Liking Tim Denning

… and other holiday musings

I like Tim Denning. I don’t know him, but I like him.

I also like chocolate chip cookies too. Just not every day.

Too sweet. I get the jitters after a bit and begin to feel faint.

So, I’m fasting on Tim Denning now, not chocolate chip cookies. For a week, a month, maybe more.

Until all traces of him leave my system. Until I stop seeing his emails during moments of mental fog, and I stop worrying about all the opportunities I’m missing.

I’ll still like Tim Denning when I’m done. That’s the 1.0 version. The new version 2.0, not as much.

Just too much Tim, too often.

I’m cutting out a few others as well. It’s the Holidays. Can’t consume everything. Not like I used to when I was 21.

It overtaxes my system. Gives me palpitations and visions of looking skyward while lying on my back in the front yard.

I have to save room for family, turkey, and Christmas pudding while watching Ebenezer Scrooge on December 24.

It’s tough. Not being the best. Leaving money on the table. Working for the man. All the things Tim has been saying.

Maybe I’m just old school. You know, old habits die hard. Old man and the sea, unable to be other than who I am, even while everything around me is changing.

Or maybe not. Maybe it’s the other way around. More of me and like me is needed. Less of them — whoever they are.

Wish Tim the best this holiday. With Baby Denning, diaper changes. Feeding time every two hours.

Life begins to warp and morph right in front of our eyes, as what was — vanishes and what is, takes its place.

But Christmas cheer all around, especially to me and mine. To friends and family and gratitude meant and felt.

And no online courses to be late for, for a while. To catch up instead of sitting and not thinking of a side hustle.

I like money. Tim likes money. Says he wants all of us to like it as much. I believe him — sort of.

The part of me that believes most people are cool and somewhat industrious and overall want to do well in life.

But not all the way. Not like a motivational speaker in my living room — exhorting me and my wife to get up off the couch. Take hold of our lives. Buy a course. Set a goal. Be different.

I am different. Been different for a long time.

Like different as a matter of fact.

Fought for different. Got fired for being different.

Thought different was cool. Still do.

But different, like chocolate chip cookies and shiny things online, can actually end up being the same.

And when different is really the same — well, things have gone too far.

So, as I mentioned. I’m fasting on Tim and others for the holidays. Maybe beyond. We’ll see how far my blood sugar drops.

If the double vision recedes as the mantras play out and the mind quiets. Looking forward to just being me and thinking — welcome back.

And in the new year — as ole 2023 trots in and gives 2022 a little rear-bump in goodbye — we’ll see how I feel about being someone different.

Have a feeling I might just be fine with being me again.