Short post today, but a thing I realized the other day. Things are pretty good, lately.
I mean, I’m stressed. I feel like I don’t have nearly enough time in the day to do all the things that need doing. But I have a hard time finding anything to complain at length about outside of the mild day-to-day annoyance. Things aren’t perfect, but I’ve learned not to chase after the perfect at the expense of the good.
In fact, I may have stumble into the perfect formula for living life as a happy man. Here it is.
- A wife who puts up with about 70 percent of my particular brand of bullsharknado. (I don’t want to get away with everything.)
- 2 kids who simultaneously drive me to my wits’ end and remind me about what really matters in this world.
- A dog who occasionally makes me want to commit murder but is mostly chill and awesome. She runs with me three mornings a week and won’t let me slack, but won’t let me overdo it. She loves our kids and puts up with being poked and prodded and petted and, occasionally, ignored. She is the best dumb dog.
- A gaggle of cats who remind me that occasionally, everybody has to clean up somebody else’s crap. (Generally a few times a week.)
- A job where I am appreciated, respected, given a fair bit of creative license, and generally left to my own devices.
- It doesn’t hurt that just about every morning I’m treated to a lovely sunrise over the hazy football field:
- A running habit that clears the mind and doesn’t allow the body to rot.
- A creative spirit that won’t let me rest.
Combine all parts in a middle-aged guy with desperately thinning hair, mix thoroughly, and leave to thicken.
As Ferris Bueller said, regarding driving a Ferrari, if you have the means, I highly recommend it..It is so choice.
I mean, maybe my particular vehicle is more like a 2000 Camry — functionable and reliable rather than flashy and rigged to win races — but it’s sure as hell working out for me so far.
This weekly remotivational post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Every weekend, I use Linda G. Hill’s prompt to refocus my efforts and evaluate my process, sometimes with productive results. This week? Maybe not so productive.
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Uplifting, two-thumbs up post with a bonus Ferris quote.
As a reader, definitely can’t complain.
Ps. Any job where you’re granted the autonomy to be generally left to your own devices is a job worth keeping.
Pss. You’ve again raised the megaphone to speak on behalf of all husbands with the immortal truth “I don’t want to get away with everything.”
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When you get away with everything, you turn into an orange man with tiny hands.
Glad to hear things are going well, my dear. 🙂