Wednesday was a good day.
Are you seeing this too? Some days are good. Some not. Like the Raiders’ draft history, there appears to be little rhyme or reason to it. But Wednesday? Wednesday, I felt calm. I felt … vital.
Walt Disney is a dude lots of you know, and he said something kind of profound about making dreams come true.
He cited 4 Cs – curiosity, confidence, courage, and constancy. (I’d have added cheeseburgers, but he didn’t ask me.) The greatest of all, Walt said, was confidence. (Again, no opportunity to pimp cheeseburgers.)
I wondered if those things can snap into place even before the dream formulates.
I hope so. I have them all on my best days, and on dormant ones, you know, they’re still there. They’re buried under self-doubt and neglected calf muscles, that’s all. But we can build the dream Cs without knowing our dreams yet.
And I’m thankful for that.
What else am I thankful for?
Unexpected fun. It’s cool when it pops up. Toulouse, Camdyn’s cat, has started the habit of joining me on my yoga mat. He walks under me on my bridge-like poses and chills on the corner of the mat while I go. If he judges me for my cats and cows, he’s not showing it. He doesn’t mind his servants being home all day.
Uncle Frank. What a journey this has been. I won’t give too many details, but he’s doing much better. Fighting like hell and on the road to recovery. This thing has polarized us in the past week. Some clinging to isolation, others ready to kick-start life. I’m a bit wary of this opponent.
Understanding. It’s like the perfect disc golf score or enough Ingrid Michaelson songs. You can’t achieve either. Realizing this is key to happiness. Knowing you can’t have all the answers. What would I do with them anyway? I’d ignore them. I’d rather see my path and what’s in front of me and let that be enough.
What are you grateful for this week?
E is for End-of-your-career awards
F is for Frank, my uncle
H is for ✊🏻 haiku (my quarantine journal)
L is for learn
P is for purify your mindset
Q is for quarterback