"SO here's what I am thinking. I am thinking I didn't get enough sleep last night. I am thinking that I have to clean my house tonight, to prepare for Saturday's shin-dig. I am thinking that I hope some of my friends hang around and we have a blast Saturday night. I am thinking that the Pacers best beat the Heat in Game 5 on Saturday night. I am thinking that my stomach is not built for less than 5 hours of sleep, is not built for stress and worry, is not built for running the machine of wonder, creativity, and general wackiness that I am. I am, indeed, thinking that my stomach, which JBQ refers to as my "power plant of love," and which I have aforely mentioned that I think it isn't built to handle any of my current conundrums, I am thinking that my stomach is mad at me for trying to get rid of it through diet and exercise. I am thinking that it is funny that I say it's not built for anything, and yet I am trying to diminish its size and therefore its productivity, of love, stress-handling, no-sleep-kicking, and other witty conundrums. I am thinking that besides all this, I am a cute, witty, loyal, honest, enduring, endearing, and genuine man. I am thinking that I love where I am in life, because life is a journey and an adventure, and I feel like no sleep and stress and cranky tummies all mean that I am living quite an adventure, and for all that, I am thinking that I am in a damn good mood this morning. I am, for sure, thinking that guys are crazy for loving gals, and gals are crazy for loving guys. I am thinking that God (or whatever grand creator you believe or don't believe in) finds this guys/gals thing quite humorous, and I am thinking he laughs at us with joy because of the silly creatures that we are. I am thinking that I am truly blessed with awesome friends. I am thinking that I am truly blessed with an awesome life, and that I am going somewhere, and that I am willing to smile, and to give that smile to someone, to everyone, to someone special, to creation, to creator, and yes, even to my cranky stomach. I am thinking that, beyond this, I know nothing. I am thinking that knowledge is the key.
I am thinking that I am thinking too much. And I am smiling all the way through it."
What, what, what does it all mean? God, this analytical mind can be a blessing and a curse. I need a worry stone.
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