OOPS!

The poster read's:
 "Sometimes the thoughts in my head get bored, and go for a stroll out through my mouth. This is never a good thing!"
That's exactly what happened last night. Quite honestly I want to tell you that made me very uncomfortable. The good news is the uncomfortable feeling only lasted a brief moment and in the end I was glad I had said what I said and quite frankly didn't give a damn what others may have thought about it.
Why was it uncomfortable? Because it sounded like or felt like I was blowing my own horn. That is so not me that I literally had to let it burst out of me to have it come out.It was not a stroll......it was more akin to verbal flatulence!
As it came out of my mouth, my brain said "what the hell are you doing!"David doesn't say things like this.......certainly out in the open....among others.
Have I lost my mind?
Then the other voice inside of me chimed in. 
"Hey dude.....aren't you the one who is tired of being overlooked?Taken for granted?""Under appreciated and certainly under acknowledged?"
"Didn't you and one of the people who were in ear shot of this verbal vomit have a conversation a few months ago where you admitted to feeling left out when others were being recognized and you were never even glanced at?"
More important was that which I was referring to was something that in my life is fairly significant.It is a huge part of who I am, even though it is a minor act, insignificant in the grand scheme of my life and certainly in the lives of most others.
But it is something that I was introduced to 50 years ago. It was introduced to me by my parents. At first I watched.Then I learned as I participated. Soon I took a leadership role. And today, 50 years later, I am a steward of a tradition that was handed down from one generation to another. One that will probably end when I am no longer.
Someone else will take care of it....or not. And it really won't make a difference.
Except to me.