starting here, starting now

Something occurred to when I was sitting in a meeting. Well, two things actually. First of all, I’m craving waffles. Like plain old crispy, buttery waffles with the perfect amount of syrup. But not like fancy vegan gluten-free waffles. Because those don’t sound delicious. They just sound sad. And while I am a proponent of the waffle sandwich, earlier I just wanted a regular waffle. The second thing, and I promise it’s more thought-provoking, is this idea of things getting better. While I am a walking, talking show tune-singing testament to things getting better and I say this to people who are suffering all the time because I also believe it to be true, I think there’s more to it. What if things were already better? What if this mythical time when stuff improved was actually now?

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First of all, everyday that I don’t wake up with a head-pounding hangover and nasal passages clogged with blow is a good one. So if we’re talking comparatively, things are a billion times better. Period. I don’t want to die. I’m not getting kicked out of another apartment and I no longer throw items at the people I love. Success all the way around. This does not mean I’m not allowed to be ambitious or get disappointed or occasionally want to bitch slap someone. What it simply means is that if I’m happy with this moment or at least accepting the moment and grateful for what I do have, the rest of this existence is easier to deal with.

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Then I started realizing, while still not totally paying attention to the meeting but having moved passed the waffle obsession, that ‘it’ getting better isn’t the issue here. I’m the issue! Life, planet Earth, the nature of addiction, the fucked up state of our government- these are all things I cannot change. As much as I’d like our planet to be custom tailored to fit my crazy ass, it isn’t going to happen. I have to get better. More than that I can’t delay happiness or gratitude because things aren’t perfect. Pardon my French but fuck that. Waiting for the non-stop bus to Joy is a waste of time. I’ll walk there my damn self, thank you very much. There’s no reason why I can’t choose happiness right now.

How boring and small-minded to think that my happiness is so fragile that I have to portion in out for moments that are perfect. It’s not stuff or people or life that “makes” me happy or sad. I’m the only one who can embrace happiness and I’m also the only one who can tell it to go screw itself. Things are good. Life is good. And it has been all along. Whether I can see it and enjoy it, that’s up to me. So if you are struggling, feel free to punch me when I sincerely say, “It’ll get better.” And by “it” please know that I mean, you. You will get better.

Inspiration for August 23rd: Gene Kelly

Happy 100th birthday, Gene Kelly!

As an old movie lover, nobody quite personifies joy in every sense of the word like Gene Kelly does. I dare you to watch Singing in the Rain and feel miserable. It’s impossible and Kelly is a big reason why you can’t stop smiling during that film.  Not only do viewers love watching him dance but chances are good by the end of the film they are head over heels in love with him by the end of the movie.

A normal, hard working guy from Pittsburgh, Gene Kelly’s strong work ethic and kindness are legendary. While reading about Kelly today, I learned that he worked overtime to help an ailing Judy Garland when they filmed Summer Stock together. But according to everything I’ve ever heard, that was just how Gene Kelly rolled. He was by all accounts committed to doing his best on film and helping others. Those are good traits to remember today and things for me to keep in mind as I carry on during this Thursday. But mainly Gene Kelly reminds me to dance and infuse my every moment with as much joy as I can find.

But that’s enough out of me. Let’s have Gene show us how it’s done: