It's true. Look it up on the Chinese Calendar. Or the Japanese Calendar. Whatever - it's an asian calendar of some sort.
This year, in retrospect, hasn't been the best of years. Had a break up in February - which led to 10 months of back and forth; my father has been in and out of the hospital, finally coming to the diagnosis of early stages of dementia; money seems to dodge me like the Matrix; back on the diabetic medication instead of using diet and exercise to control; and of course, the everyday stresses of work and adulting that sucks the life out of anyone over the age of 24.
In saying all that: I am 37 years old, I am alive in "good" health, I have a very expensive roof, a working vehicle, and lots and lots of caring people in my life. So what the hell do I have to complain about.
Life is all about interpretation. it's how you look at situations and what you do with it. Are you stuck in traffic? Or are you given more time to put on a perfectly sounding concert for your steering wheel? Is it raining? Or is God giving you a free car wash? Did you break up with your boyfriend of 2 years? Or were you given the opportunity to hoe out one last time before you thing doesn't work anymore? Are you fat? Or are you warm? Are you skinny?
No. No, I'm not.
In a time of a lot of hate, let's change. Let's start with the man in the mirror. Happier people make happier decisions. Happier people don't shoot people. Happier people don't make your hair gray. Happier people don't give you panic poops. Happier people don't make your eye twitch like you're going through heroin withdraws. Happier people don't play The Hokie Pokie at wedding receptions. Happier people don't cheer for the Philadelphia Eagles. Happier people don't listen to Nickelback. Happier people don't use Axe Body Spray. Happier people don't drink Coors Light. Happier people don't wear 80's long booty jeans. Happier people don't watch MTV.
In starting with changes with the man in the mirror, let's look at this this way: yes, we broke up in Feb. And the reason it's only lasted 10 months instead of 11 is because I found a sense of self worth in finally letting go. My father does have dementia. But it's given my family a better appreciation of the time we have with him now. He and I have never had a better relationship. (Probably because he can't remember that I'm gay but that's neither here nor there.) I'm not rich, by far. But I do make enough money to live in a cool apartment, pay for my car, pay my bills, and eat and STILL have about $5 for couple of beers. Yes, I'm back on the medication, but I'm going to use that as motivation to get back on the diet and exercise so that I get back off of it and stop complaining about my pants not fitting and no one wanting to date me because I look like a Whoppers malted chocolate ball. We've got to use the bad to get to the good. We've got to get to the point where when bad shit happens, we don't dwell in it until the hate overtakes us, but use it to make something better out of it. Can't stop. Won't stop.
As we ring in the new year in about 34 hours, let us vow to make 2019 the year of the "I Got You". Let's love each other and make happier people. Why? Because happier people don't warm Indian food in the work microwave.
Happy New Year!!
Until next time.........
This year, in retrospect, hasn't been the best of years. Had a break up in February - which led to 10 months of back and forth; my father has been in and out of the hospital, finally coming to the diagnosis of early stages of dementia; money seems to dodge me like the Matrix; back on the diabetic medication instead of using diet and exercise to control; and of course, the everyday stresses of work and adulting that sucks the life out of anyone over the age of 24.
In saying all that: I am 37 years old, I am alive in "good" health, I have a very expensive roof, a working vehicle, and lots and lots of caring people in my life. So what the hell do I have to complain about.
Life is all about interpretation. it's how you look at situations and what you do with it. Are you stuck in traffic? Or are you given more time to put on a perfectly sounding concert for your steering wheel? Is it raining? Or is God giving you a free car wash? Did you break up with your boyfriend of 2 years? Or were you given the opportunity to hoe out one last time before you thing doesn't work anymore? Are you fat? Or are you warm? Are you skinny?
No. No, I'm not.
In a time of a lot of hate, let's change. Let's start with the man in the mirror. Happier people make happier decisions. Happier people don't shoot people. Happier people don't make your hair gray. Happier people don't give you panic poops. Happier people don't make your eye twitch like you're going through heroin withdraws. Happier people don't play The Hokie Pokie at wedding receptions. Happier people don't cheer for the Philadelphia Eagles. Happier people don't listen to Nickelback. Happier people don't use Axe Body Spray. Happier people don't drink Coors Light. Happier people don't wear 80's long booty jeans. Happier people don't watch MTV.
In starting with changes with the man in the mirror, let's look at this this way: yes, we broke up in Feb. And the reason it's only lasted 10 months instead of 11 is because I found a sense of self worth in finally letting go. My father does have dementia. But it's given my family a better appreciation of the time we have with him now. He and I have never had a better relationship. (Probably because he can't remember that I'm gay but that's neither here nor there.) I'm not rich, by far. But I do make enough money to live in a cool apartment, pay for my car, pay my bills, and eat and STILL have about $5 for couple of beers. Yes, I'm back on the medication, but I'm going to use that as motivation to get back on the diet and exercise so that I get back off of it and stop complaining about my pants not fitting and no one wanting to date me because I look like a Whoppers malted chocolate ball. We've got to use the bad to get to the good. We've got to get to the point where when bad shit happens, we don't dwell in it until the hate overtakes us, but use it to make something better out of it. Can't stop. Won't stop.
As we ring in the new year in about 34 hours, let us vow to make 2019 the year of the "I Got You". Let's love each other and make happier people. Why? Because happier people don't warm Indian food in the work microwave.
Happy New Year!!
Until next time.........
