It’s not all that bad…
Sometimes I’ll notice that the brighter I see things, the darker others tend to see the same view. At the same time I’ll kick back and smile and say to myself, “Self, not too shabby at all.”
…the great part is that I mean it.
My rants here may leave the impression that I am one sour angry punk. If you feel better with that impression, I implore you to read no further, because I can live with it, and if it allows you to make sense of the world…well…my work is done.
But if you’re the least bit curious…30+ years of telling myself I’m screwing things up has finally led me to understand that I wasn’t always screwing things up. A few very key changes in my life, combined with more than a few key blunders, led me here to a spot that is warm n fuzzy when I need it to be. Those things missing aren’t regrets. They are goals & ambitions, some of which I’ve had planned since I was 8.
See there wasnt just The List, there was also The List. Which is to say that there is a list of things I promised myself I would do in my lifetime. Believe it or not…I’ve already knocked out most of them. Those that are left are the projects that leave a mark and leave you grinning like an idiot all the down that nasty fall into the abyss.
You see I am already there, so now all that’s left is alot of the generic stuff (like swim with dolphins, do my jig on the great wall, meditate at the top of the great pyramid). Dont get me wrong there are a couple other things that are way higher in priority, but still…I am already happy.
…so I guess it’s just time to get happier, eh?