Saturday, June 5, 2010
This is an empty space in my backyard.
Once upon time, queen palms grew in this corner. They were maybe 15 feet tall. There were three of them, positioned in a triangular shape. I liked how they looked. But then they died, and I had my landscaper pull them out. The saddest thing to see in your backyard is a dead palm.
Now this empty space is all that's left, and a few rocks. The grass doesn't like to grow back that far.
I've kept the space empty for a reason. It has nothing to do with my BIKE Lessons, and yet it has everything to do with my BIKE Lessons.
You see, that space represents promise.
One day, when I can afford to buy them, I'm going to replace the three palm trees with three rustic iron Mariachi men. One will be playing a guitar. One will be playing the violin. And the third will have a trumpet. And they'll have to be at least six-feet-tall.
The coolest thing about my Mariachi men will be the music they play. I plan to hire someone to affix speakers to the Mariachi men, and they will somehow be connected to music that plays when the door opens. It will startle my visitors the first time they hear it, I'm sure. But I'm going to get a kick out of this great idea of mine. Can you imagine stepping outside to a loud burst of "Ay ay ay ay" or "La cucaracha"?
Have you ever made a promise like this to yourself? What was it, and how long did it take to keep it?