Happy 4th of July, y’all!! I’d like to take a moment to wish all of my readers a safe and happy holiday. May you wake up tomorrow morning with full complement of digits and no powder burns. May your beer be cold, your steaks grilled to your liking, and may your mother-in-law finally admit that you’re God’s gift to her daughter.
I’m celebrating my own version of Independence Day. No powder burns, steak, and maybe not even any beer…but fireworks seem like a real possibility. Forgiveness Day is still a ways off, but today seems a good a time as any to admit to the reality that I’ve got a pretty damned good life, all things considered and now more than ever. No, everything isn’t quite what I’d like it to be, but it’s a damned sight better than it has been, and so I’ll take that as progress. I suppose you could file this under “Life is what happens when you’re making other plans.” Sometimes, the things you think that you think you have aren’t actually anything close to what you thought that you thought you had. Initially, this seems a tragic turn of events…and then life turns another corner, throws you another curve ball, one door closes and…well, I’m running out of cheesy cliches here. I’d say something about the Law of Unintended Consequences, but that would probably involve a few more cheesy cliches….
I can still write, I can still play my guitar, and I can still have some fun now and again…and really, how bad can all that be?? Sometimes, losing something ain’t the worst thing that could happen.
Party responsibly, y’all….
