When I was graduating from high school, Green Day’s song “Time of Your Life” was starting its interminable lifespan as our nation’s Theme of Commemoration. I hated the song right from the get-go, though part of me greatly appreciated the irony of my classmates and others featuring it predominantly in various collages . Most of them evidently never bothered to listen to the song or even to learn its actual title: “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life).” Among the lyrics included in the song, the observant listener will hear:
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos and memories and dead skin on trial
For what it’s worth it was worth all the while
Hardly the words of nostalgia or hope, but alas people could not bother to actually consider the meaning of the song as they were too busy responding to the emotional tinkering its somber, acoustic melody delivered to their eardrums. People have a natural fondness for “goodbyes,” even if they claim otherwise. “Goodbyes” offer a certain kind of finality and a sense of transition to, hopefully, something better. So, here I am writing this post as my own “goodbye” to the Practical Catholic Junto.
Due to a couple of new responsibilities at work, I simply will not have the time to fulfill my obligation to the Junto anymore. Accordingly, I have decided to remove myself from this association of truly fine men and offer this post as my final official entry on the Junto blog. In a sign of magnanimity, the Men of the Junto have allotted me the privilege of still being able to post articles on the blog on a freelance basis–a privilege for which I am grateful and intend to use when my schedule allows and I am able to offer thoughts worth sharing.
In the meantime, I want to assure my Junto brothers of my prayers for all of them and their loved ones, asking that they will return the favor. It has been wonderful participating in the blog and our various other works in the Junto. While I cannot say that this has been “the time of my life,” I also can’t foresee myself saying “good riddance.” God bless, my brothers, and press on!