You got to roll with the punches, and get to what’s real.
I’ve been moving all day. Hell, pretty much all week. I’m pretty beat. Having a brewski, kicking back and enjoying a moment in the new house.
My kids are digging it. New rooms, new situations and after years of pushing them pretty hard to get a work ethic, I can see that starting to stick. Just like my old man did to me. They did good today. It makes me pretty proud.
I was born and raised here. Left here when I was 16. Its funny. Back then, all I wanted was to get out of here. Now, I’m just glad to be back.
I’m 46. I look at my life, and I wouldn’t change a thing. I’ve paid a few dues, had some great times and I can’t bitch about a thing. In fact, its the opposite. I really dig my life. “Perspective” has been on my mind all week. I want to make a post about it, just not right now.
Thank God for your darkest, shittiest moments in life. I’m not sure how some people shoot out the other side and why some people fold, but my worst times have formed me into something I like. I feel pretty lucky most days.
Another step in getting back to my rockabilly. The road back is looking pretty good methinks.
Fuck yes. Might as well Jump.