I look forward to each day’s bad decisions as they give me future insights and assurance that tomorrow will be either the best day or the worst day ever.
Never mediocre because I’m not wired that way. I not only survive, but I rise up and thrive. It’s the Credo to recall amid the crisis: this will make a great story later. The practice reduces in medius res fretting and fosters a roll-with-it attitude. While summer isn’t over here in southern California, it’s speeding faster than a cannonball into fall. It’s high time to be you forever and a day.
Mostly I live in a comfortable bubble, enjoying my morning coffee, avoiding bad news that’s beyond my power to affect, bloody wars raging in Ukraine and Gaza, the hotter-than-normal temperature outside, waves of migrants trying to escape violence and poverty — I am mostly oblivious in my well-insulated home. ignore my relatives loyal to Donold Dumpster, who are as removed from reality as I am. I enjoy my unfettered daily laughter and naps (there never was nor will there be a bad nap) which keep cranky moods and intentions away, away, away.
As a child, I had a propensity for mischief. In my adult years, I still do. I’m also naturally curious, which may or may not have troublesome results. It’s no wonder that Lewis Carroll’s ‘Through the Looking Glass was one of my favorite books.
Here’s something to ponder deeply, not circumspectly. It’s where a keen sense of mischief and self-esteem comes into play
Huzzah and Hurrah! Hallelujah for you – you can carpe the diem every day! Yay!
In this mode of living, full bore to the core, you may make a bad decision… Life is 100% improv anyway, so it’s bound to happen. Without regret spin the deed into a great story –
I promise I’ll read it. All the while wishing I’d been with you (wink-wink).
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