…about too many things.
I tend to get tunnel vision when I have too much going on (teaching, musical rehearsals, orchestra stuff, writing papers at night, worrying about this and that thing going wrong, money, when am I going to see the kids, how much longer is the MFR going to hold out, etc.) that I fail to smell the roses; to see the bright side of life. (Greg, I forbid you to burst into song here.) I mean, really…
How many people really like their job? I do.
How many people actually like (as well as love) everyone in their family? I do.
How many people have all the necessities of life, and a ton of nice extras — and still complain? I do.
If you’re reading this, you have an internet connection, and likely a computer or two in your house. Or, you have the wherewithal to own a data plan on your phone, or at least get to a library or cafe to connect. That’s a good thing. Count yourself fortunate in this world.
I saw on PK’s Facebook yesterday that she had filled out a bucket list: a list of things you’ve done or want to do before you die. I challenge all Finkites today to come up with a “Roses List” — a list of a couple-three-four things that you’re amazingly grateful for, and that you might even take for granted. You just need to smell some roses today. We all do.
So, I covet your articulate and compendious replies. Kody, you can even be grateful for pro wrestling. Schmink can be thankful for pocket lint and plastic lids (cuz that’s the kinda guy you are). It’s all good.
Late for the shower — but that’s, like, totally fine.
Fink the Flower Child