I woke up this morning with a grateful heart. I hope you don't mind.
I wake up this morning glad for breakfast and dinner (I often skip lunch)
Glad for waking up, glad for showers, glad for brushing my teeth. I am glad for the sound of kids in the next room playing (because they usually get up before me)Glad for the smell of coffee, even though I can't drink it because of my ulcers.
I wake up glad for my weekly therapy session. Glad for the morning lexapro and b12 supplement.Glad for the 10 wimpy push-ups, glad for tying my tie on the week-day, and glad for my t-shirton the weekend. Glad for my pajamas, glad for the chihuahua on my lap, glad for the kiss from my wife. Glad for the every now and then fight.
I am glad that my job requires that I compose a monthly report. I am glad for each chewed fingernail, each shave, each papercut, each shit and piss, each valerian pill at bed time, each orgasm (alone or with a friend), and each song I sing (alone or with a friend). I am glad for valentine's day, Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and every birthday. I am glad every time I fill up the tank.
These irregular and regular landmarks are the things that make up my life, and each time I hit one of these landmarks brings me closer to the last one. Every time I hug my kids brings me closer to the last time I will hug my kids. Every time I pet my dog, make love to my wife, read a book, watch a movie, wash a dish, stand in a line...
I am glad for these events, because without them the scenery would never change, there would be no filters, and it would all be over much too goddamn fast.
cross posted at EVERYTHING IN THE MEDICINE CABINET HAS EXPIRED.