Lately, I’ve been feeling like a train. Kind of moaning and wailing my way around. Rattling. Things breaking down. Falling apart. You know how it is. You get a certain age and things just start to slip a bit. More wrinkles, less get up and go.
But thanks to the wonders of modern medicine, I’ve got a brand new hip and now that I can actually get around again, I’m starting to find my mirth. It’s easier sometimes to sit down and cry, but laughing is a whole lot more fun. Besides when you’re laughing, those wrinkles just kind of get swallowed up in the process.
Life is short. I know it’s a cliche, a writer’s boogey man, but damn it’s the truth. I look back and wonder where the hell the time went. Despite my bum hip, I feel like a teenager most days. My family would tell you it’s because I’m so immature. Maybe so, but I still get excited about the little things. A good story, learning something new, visiting family, watching the birds play in the yard, writing a new poem.
I think I lost sight of that for a while. It’s hard to remember how wonderful life is when it sucks. But even in its suckiness, there’s reason to celebrate. It can always be worse. If you wallow in it too long, it will definitely get worse. And though a little wallowing is sometimes called for, it’s never good to indulge too long. So go ahead and get the wallowing over, get your tail up, and get in gear.
My formula for getting my ass in gear:
First thing in the morning: 2 – 3 cups Community Coffee followed by my favorite get up at at em morning morning music Ten Years After .
If you’re not familiar with Ten Years After, I suggest starting with A Space in Time or Anthology.
Coming soon, my top ten blues play list!