An old adage that I think we could all stand to think about from time to time.
This has been a rough spell. The past…I don’t know how long…has been chock full of low lows and a few tippy top highs. I don’t know too many mates who said they had a good 2010. I think for many 2011 has begun just as staggeringly…unappetizing. Perhaps it is mostly to do with the station in life we find ourselves in (many of us in the same-ish age group)…or this ongoing economic turmoil…or the consistently pressurized and ‘always-on-a-deadline’ work thing. Who knows.
I do know however that I’ve been thinking long and hard of late. I think it was Jay who was sitting out back with me over a nice old whisky a few nights back when I said ‘sometimes things aren’t so bad, huh?’.
I think we lose sight of the forest for the trees sometimes. All the shit that comes before, usually leads to green grass later. The ‘now’ fertilizes the ‘later’, if you get my drift and excuse the poor metaphor.
At the end of the day, I come home to my beautiful children and sexy wife. We eat well (and almost always together around the table). The kids settle fairly well and occasionally early. Evenings often involve a mate or two out back with a fine dram in hand…or a night curled up with my bride on the couch. The weekends…usually both. At least once a month I meet with most of my pals for Liquorature. We act like men. We’re rude…crude…loud and obnoxious. We’re also literate…intelligent…driven and charming. That’s why Liquorature works. And it is my salvation. My escape from the here and now of mundanity (is that a word?) The rest of my existence is peppered with good music (by my standards anyway), good movies, good coffee and a lot of freedom.
All’s I’m sayin’s this…
Chances are, for somebody else out, there your worst day could be their best day. None of us have it too rough.
So finally…cheers to all o’ you f*ckers who make my life good. You are appreciated. If you’re ever having a miserable day, gimme a call and I’ll pour you a drink and sip the sun down with ya. Promise.
In the words of Shannon Hoon (who is sorely, sadly missed):
“As we all play parts of tomorrow
Some ways will work and other ways we’ll play
But I know we can’t all stay here forever
So I want to write my words on the face of today.”