I was talking with Jimi the other night and I realized something again: I don’t have anything to feel bad about. Because the good news that comes with walking a straight narrow path is that I go about my day feeling good, like I’m headed in the right direction.
No secrets to keep. No regrets to wrestle. No guilt to produce. If you’ve done any of that you’ll know what I’m talking about. You know what I mean when I say that, “I’m worried that particular somebody will find out about what I’ve done.” Or whatever.
I ain’t got none of that. And I’d have to think hard for the last time I did.
Yeah, I got a whole other book of sad stories of drunken stupors and less than exotic and more than toxic secrets. Where I was worried somebody’s husband was going to find out or that my ex-wife would learn the truth. But I won’t because those stories are no longer relevant. I tried in earnest to clean up those mistakes as best I could.
My point being is that I walk with my chin up in the here-and-now. Because that’s the kind of life we’re all supposed to live.
Well, I could tell you the story of when I was 19-ish and drunk and disorderly and pissed on a girl’s couch because I was mad at her. But I guess I don’t feel bad about that.