Every morning, I start with a good cup of coffee. A snug with a family pet. And, an upsetting, humorous glance, at what is considered…the News.
And, almost every morning, I think,
‘Fuck, I am great!’
I say this to self…within the first few moments of being a participant in the day. However, with some clarity, a full cup of caffeine and a shower.
The following self inventory begins…
I need to take better care of my spouse. I need to keep an eye on my mother’s medications. I need to improve the yard from brown to green…now that it is above freezing for a day.
The list goes on and on and on.
Eventually, after the conditioner is semi rinsed from my hair…I realize that the world will not be conquered by me today.
Than I say to myself…simple words for a complex person…
‘Practice. Not perfection. Fake it til you make it!’
If a fool can see their own folly, in this they are wise. But the fool who thinks they are wise, they are indeed the real fool.