The saying is: "Do something that scares you every day."

I'm certainly not on that level. Maybe once a year to start, working my way upwards over the decades.

But I certainly did something scary today.

I called my father, who had left me a message yesterday (probably the 5th call in 17 years) and said totally unprompted, "I can't meet you for brunch, but how about breakfast?" and proceeded to "chat" and make small talk about my job to a person I haven't actually set eyes on in two decades.

And I intend on actually meeting him, if I can hold myself together before and during the event.

Maybe I'll come to some sort of resolution or understanding, or juncture, or something. Maybe it'll just be really awkward and I'll talk really fast about stupid small-talk things to keep any silence from occuring and make the time pass fast. Maybe he'll try to justify things I don't want excuses for. Maybe I'll be attacked by killer bees on the way and wont even make the meeting. I'm kinda hoping for the bees, actually.

Makes life simple when it's entirely out of your control.

I'm not sure what he wants out of this, nor am I sure what I want. I'm not even sure if "wants" is the right word to describe it.

I guess we'll find out, wont we?