twenty-something

Today, on my way to work, on the nine mile drive that can take, like this morning did, well over an hour to complete, there was a big, blue SUV in front of me for a few fleeting moments, an SUV with a bumper sticker slogan that stuck with me all day. "Wag More, Bark Less," it read.

Wag More. Bark Less.

Brilliant.

I spend a lot of time barking -- at my alarm clock, then at other cars or the PC I'm forced to use at work, sometimes at my family, sometimes over boys and often over bills. This adult stuff -- too much barking, man. Sometimes I get stressed out over how stressed out I am.

But there was this moment last weekend... I found myself in a random park in Arlington overlooking the city of Boston. Whiffleball bat in hand, new madras shoes on feet, foolish smile on my face, I was swinging away at pitches from my best friend and laughing my ass off.

Moments like these are fleeting. I don't remember the last time I'd had that much fun or been that happy. That's wagging, man.

I gotta start wagging more.