I Can’t Believe It Was A Good Day

With only a few hours of sleep I got up around 04:00, brewed coffee and played a video game for a couple of hours. I crashed again and awoke at noon and had to face getting ready to go to the supermarket to use the Coinstar machine. I just got up and did it.

I got 40 bucks for my trouble. Bought some smokes, lunch meat, milk and olives and as a reward for making it that far, a box of Entenmann’s donuts. I have to make everything last until Tuesday but I have oatmeal, eggs and bacon, so I’m good.

It was pleasant out. Sunny and warm. Low humidity. A nice day.

I don’t usually get a day like this, but no matter how bad it gets at times, I do get to enjoy the occasional peaceful day with a bit of energy and low enough anxiety to go get some things done. I even managed a washer load of blue jeans. For me that’s awesome.

Yesterday I had to get an MRI for my back. The moments I have with no pain grow ever more rare, but it’s okay. They’ll fix it.

I remember having more days like this. Oh, they were wonderful. I was always into something.

I don’t care that my days pass like minutes. I had my time in the sun. Playing outside on endless summer days, riding bikes, playing football, getting Mr. Softee so mad he asked other kids where I lived. Throwing rocks and rotten eggs. You know. Good, wholesome fun. A kid in a striped T-shirt sporting a crew cut.

Some people look back and say about their younger selves, “That person doesn’t exist anymore.”

Mine does. And within me he sometimes points out that there were good days among the bad. The bad was everything I’ve said it was and more, with things I’ve never figured out how to put into words. But the good, that was rest, respite and freedom. I ran like the wind under blue skies and the light of the full moon. I was still so much alive then.

When you think of me, I’d like that kid to be pictured. I do hope others can find in my words something for themselves. To make them see that they are not alone. To know that some days will be good, no matter how long they have to wait. And that some people are broken and can’t be mended, but it isn’t the end of life.

It was a good day. Thank you, Abba. You know all. And yet you still look out for me. I am blessed.

Folks, thank you for letting me be a little part of your life. I don’t often say it but I always have it in my heart. Until tomorrow, be well.