In a world where we are able to look up or around us and be completely awestruck by the surrounding beauty, I wonder why we stare at screens so much or sometimes dwell on petty matters. Just let go and live!
Standing in line at the deli waiting to get deep-fried chicken tenders for lunch thinking why not publish a blog now? It’s not like it’s the 1990s and I have to be tethered to a desk to publish something online.
Today is my wife’s birthday. I keep thinking she will catch up with me, but she never does. Don’t worry about the chicken fingers. Plan to cook her something special for supper tonight.
Please, someone, hold me accountable to writing on this blog.
Is there anybody out there?
Juan Thompson, on his father Hunter S. Thompson:
I am proud of this man. I respect and admire his vitality, his courage, his insight, his perverse resistance to security and predictability, his deliberate disregard for propriety, his ability to make me see and think differently. Ultimately, I love and respect him because he really lives. For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, he lives his life.
That’s the stuff right there. I pray my children can say anything so complimentary.