You guys remember when Bill and Ted said, “be excellent to each other.”
I loved that line and that movie but being excellent all the time is hard. Like I’m driving and some fuckwad cuts me off, and then comes to a near complete stop when turning right. Excellence is the about the last thing in my fingertips.
Put them in the iron maiden 🤘
You guys know about washing machines and when they agitate clothes. I can feel a similar emotional agitation.
But then one time early in the morning while Sara was asleep I read something most triumphant in her Pema pocket book:
be 100 percent decent
After reading her words I felt a momentary peaceful release. We don’t have to be heroes. We don’t have to be Lincoln or Socrates. We only need to be decent in life.
It’s easy for me to hold myself to high standards and then end up disappointed when I fall short.
I can be decent though.
Most of the time.
PS- the photos are from Sara and I’s rental when we were in Louisville at the end of March. The statue and the painting were both romantically in the bedroom. They kinda/sorta go with this post though.