Should be a good thing
Before everything went to hell this past weekend, a good friend of mine just had a promotion at work so a whole slew of former co-workers and such got together to wish him well in his new position. It was nice seeing everyone out and about.
As for me, I feel as if I’m running in place. It seems everything I touch turns to s__t in one form or another. This past weekend being a case-in-point.
Everything that should be a good thing – like the birth of a child or his first steps – is followed by some horror or, at the very least, some downer.
Clients are calling me again but it’s always for the most complex of work.
Used to relish the challenge. Now I just wonder if I should get a job doing something mindless and insignificant just to not think about anything at all.
Man, for five days in 2015, I had everything I’d ever hoped and wished for. It’s 2018 and I only have one thing that really matters to me.
Although, to be honest, it is such a wonderful thing:
Me: Who am I?
Him: (pointing to me) Pa, pa!
Me: (nodding) And who is that? (pointing at picture of Alison)
Him: Mu, ma!
Me: (smiling) Oh, that’s my smart boy.