When Bad Becomes Kinda Ok...

I dream of the day when I can wake up with Folgers in my Cup and realize that I am truly very happy. That the panic is imagined, my life is not in ruins, and being in transition is a good and healthy thing.

I'd stretch my arms above my head and say, "What's next life? How can I kick your ass today?"
(Insert montage of vigorous boxing training in the north regions of Russia...lots of snow... using piles of rocks as weights...imposing looking men in fur hats driving around in cars with chains on the tires. CHAINS people. Because the weather is so badass up there that CHAINS ON TIRES haven't become illegal...like they are here... oh Rocky...you representative of all that was different between the USA and the USSR, you!...I'm sorry... quite possibly the coolest montage in the Rocky franchise and minus the homo-erotic ocean frolicking between Rock and Apollo) but I digress....

Anyway... mornings like this I realize that I have to do what my bathroom wall says:

DON'T PANIC
FIGHT THE MONSTER
NO MORE NIGHTS IN THE ALLEY!
(yes, postcards collected from bar bathrooms... but their profound messages have stuck with me for almost 5 years now.)
Added to these two cards my mother gave me upon the firing from my last job:
"When you're having the kind of day Folk Singers make a career out of"

and

"Do you ever get the feeling you guardian angel went for a smoke break?"
(sometimes yes, because I'm convinced one of them is my Uncle Ron...and I quote: "Who's driving with me? The Captain has turned the smoking light off!")

Quick question..can anyone tell I've had my coffee this morning???

Point is, I woke up this morning feelin' kinda poorly. But, I've made myself giggle a little.
And I guess that's the secret sometimes isn't it? A little coffee, a couple of smiles and "good mornings", but mostly laughing.

Laugh long, laugh hard, and by God laugh with your whole body.

Good days everybody!