· Aug 14, 2021 at 8:32 am
Looking for things to do on this fine sunny Saturday in August and I found a record collector show in Orland Park. I enjoy vinyl records but where the hell is Orland Park?
51 minutes away I see. 51 minutes? I can’t drive 51 minutes to go somewhere. By myself? In this weather? Forget it.
But all is not lost. Windy Acres Farm is having a blueberry festival today and it’s only 11 minutes from my house. I can do 11 minutes.
In related news… when I’m not a driving force in life I end up riding in the backseat of someone else’s car.
#photos #lettherebehope #blueberries
· Jul 21, 2021 at 9:44 pm
When I got to be around 14 or so I started hanging out in my dad’s basement whenever I was at his house. I watched tv down there, smoked cigarettes, and was up to all around mischief. I intentionally set the basement carpet on fire with hairspray more than twice.
When my dad was home I still hung out in the basement though. It wasn’t anything personal against him. It was more that I felt like I could be myself when I was in the basement.
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· Jul 9, 2020 at 8:16 am
Often times taking our hands off of things and letting the cosmic theater run its play is the better course. Sure we all want to hold onto things so we can feel safe and in control, but holding on can squeeze the soul out of the performance.
And routinely I’m reminded that my ideas aren’t always the best ones. As much as I’d like to think I’m all that and a bag of chips I’m really not. When I just sit down in my chair there’ll be cheering and clapping and tears, and of course flowers at the end.
We all want to feel okay. But I think the real feeling of “okay” comes from just letting go.￼
#photos #flowers #lettherebehope
· Jul 6, 2020 at 9:01 pm
Me back in 1992, two months-ish sober at 19. I was alcohol-free for ten years on that run.
But apparently smoking was allowed everywhere…🤔 Also, my younger brother, Lance top left.
· Apr 30, 2020 at 1:12 pm
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.
🐴 #photos #lettherebehope