5:30 a.m.
Good morning. I’m writing this after having a two-day father/son bonding experience called “a stomach virus.” My poor boy got it worse than I did, but I didn’t want to eat for two days. This after coming back from Atlanta after another emotional weekend with my parents. Let’s just say this getting old stuff ain’t for wimps.
I feel like a New England Patriots football — deflated.
The house is dark and the family isn’t stirring yet. It’s the calm before the storm. Soon we’ll be rushing around, trying to get five people out of the house in less than an hour. I just pray my boys get to school without their underwear on the outside of their pants.
So the peace, while fleeting, is enjoyable. And it allows me to ponder all the crazy stuff going on in my life.
Let me say, my crazy stuff isn’t any worse than your crazy stuff. I read Facebook. Everyday, people lose jobs, loved ones and at times their minds. So in no way is this a “poor me.” What I am experiencing is called “Life.” We all go through it. Just some handle it better than others.
I’ve been writing down all the things that are bad. I have two columns next to each thing: What I can do about it and what I can’t change. This may come as a shock to you, but are a lot of things I can’t change. But what I can do is learn from what’s happening. Treat it as angels in ugly clothing. I can use it to change me. I can change how I treat my kids. I can change how do my job. I can change how I love my wife. I can change how I live my life.
I can dwell on the bad. Or I can realize that the bad can change me for the better.
It’s 5:45 a.m. The sun will be up soon. I have another chance to get this life right. I’ll make the most of it.
And I will eat breakfast. Man, I’ve really missed food.