Waking up this morning was easy. Sure, it’s extremely early in the morning, but I hear Michelle Obama does this every day.
Waking up with that “fire in the belly” as they say is an indication that things are moving in the right direction. A good night’s sleep is crucial to that sense of well being and I got a great night’s sleep. I was able to relax in a way that had eluded me for several nights. What gave me that peace of mind? Two beautiful conversations that proved to be a trail of burning gasoline leading to a box of dynamite.
Yesterday, as I do at least twice a month, I hit up my folks in Texas. My stepmom picked up. We had a great talk. She told me that she and my dad are in good health, still active and generally enjoying their retirement. Toward the end of the conversation, I mentioned the work I was putting into the blog. Her response absolutely delighted me.
She said she had missed a few days but had taken the time to catch up. Naturally, I asked what she thought. She told me that I should keep doing exactly what I’m doing. She didn’t know it, but she had laid down that trail of gasoline. At that point, my dad the Grill Master summoned her to dinner and we terminated the conversation.
Half way into Mad Max: Fury Road, my dad called. We had a great talk. He brought up The Maw and every point therein that struck a chord. We guffawed through a discussion of our common experiences. He didn’t know it, but he had dropped a match on that trail of gasoline.
Having ridden out a week of subpar moods, the lift I got from Texas got me to thinking. Since I started the blog, all the feedback I’ve received, including that from my kids, my favorite columnist, my therapist, a published author and several good friends, has been overwhelmingly positive. A seasoned editor has agreed to work on Damned Good Sense, a manuscript I’ve been working on for years. This is all a better cure for anxiety than anything GlaxoSmithKline has on the market. I fell asleep by 9:00 PM last night.
Oh, and remember that box of dynamite?