Happy Friday to those who celebrate. I have to tell you, friends, things have looked up in recent days and I was due. There was a point (which you could probably infer from some of my writings) where I was beginning to think I was hexed or something. I would have hired a gypsy if I could have found one. I shite you not, I had an unbroken run of bad news and experiences that ran 6 weeks. And that six weeks followed a Spring that wasn’t particularly swell. There was some heartache mixed in there as well for body and flavor.
I won’t keep you long tonight. I am going to try smoking some meat and enjoy the weather. A friend of mine is fond of the phrase “trust the process.” As cliché as that is she was absolutely right. Granted, she was talking about something totally different. But I found some serotonin and didn’t have to do anything special to get it. I earned it I guess.
I hope this light extemporaneous blurb finds you well and that you are taking care of yourself. I have learned a lot about self-care, cutting yourself a break, and forgiveness recently. I am going to stick with that. The battery acid that is anger cannot be left to pool. It will eat right through your gut. I hate to say this but I know this from firsthand experience. Hopefully this doesn’t constitute TMI.
Tonight the air smells of honeysuckle and evergreen, none of my bills are late, a smoky bourbon has requested my opinion, and my flip chair beckons. I have a hunch there will be a banging sunset tonight and I intend to attend. Make the most of the moment, friend. May peace find you ready to accept it tonight.
Much love,
Dan
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