For much of my life I’ve been internally combustible and physically uncomfortable. I felt ill and under and unequipped just being human. Even trying to be human. Too much shit gurgling in my stomach. Never ending mallet beating my heart. Intestines put on backwards and inside out. My thoughts whirling and jerking back and forth by some restless, mechanical bull.
My cat was glaring at me as I was putting on my shoes this morning. I was like “what the fuck are you looking at?“
Yeah, it was early.
And then as I’m walking into the other room I looked back at her and she was still scowling, scowling at something off in the distance.
And then I remembered that life’s not all about me.
When I was telling Maggie my struggles she said, “She was probably scowling at the clock. Nobody likes the clock this early.”
It’s important for me to share these life lessons with Maggie because these are the kinds of things I’ve struggled with my whole life. At her age she’s far ahead of where I was then and I’d like to keep that positive trend going.
Be humble. Share your spiritual revelations with your kids. You’ll probably never get a “thank you” but you’ll see them make the right choices when the time comes, when it counts.
It’s hard to use Daylight Savings Time as excuse now that we have social media and auto-updating phones. It used to be you could use the time switch as a valid reason for running late. Not anymore. Thanks Internet.
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