You Can Always Leave

Nila and I went to see the Bard on the Beach production of 'King Lear' tonight. After having been enraptured and wholly entertained by 'Twelfth Night' just a few evenings ago, we felt good about the prospect of another worthwhile show.
As it turned out, the first half was pretty lacklustre . . . but the good news is that the cab ride home was far more entertaining than the second half probably would have been, as we had to bypass the Burrard Street bridge in favour of Granville due to some filming going on.

A few years ago, despite front row seats, we also had to flee a showing of 'The King and I' at the Theatre Under the Stars in Stanley Park. The beautiful walk home with my lovely wife was a million times more rewarding and the simple time spent with her instead of beside her being pummelled with boredom made for a perfect decision.

You always have choices.
You can choose to do something. You can choose to get excited about it. You can choose to watch and interpret whether you are spending your time in a worthwhile manner. You can choose to leave.

Some would say this is a bit hasty and a waste of money, time or effort.

I say that any time I get to spend with Nila is my best choice, but especially so when our attention is not being used up on something we are both not enjoying. And we usually agree.

Life is too valuable a commodity to waste.
I spent 7 years in a relationship where time stood still, and not in the positive 'Power of Now' Tolle-ian kind of way. Eventually, I made the perfect choice and never looked back.

Choose wisely, my friend.