Couldn’t decide if the soundtrack for this post ought to be Johnny Cash’s cover of Hurt or Whiskey Lullaby by Brad Paisley.
Mulled over titles like When Sweet Cheeks Said Goodbye and The Ghost In The Room but didn’t opt for either because neither grabbed me.
Been burning through cash like there is no tomorrow and gotten irritated by those who forget that it exists as it does because of the hell I went through to make it happen.
Not completely surprised by it nor as upset as it might sound because I can shut the bleed down any time and I prepared for it but it doesn’t mean I am not irked.
Doesn’t mean that having a few moments that confirm my suspicions about some things doesn’t come with a bittersweet moment.
You know that one where you nod your head because you figured out the damn puzzle and then shake it because that realization comes with some pain.
But that is the thing about life, if you want the good stuff and aren’t willing to just settle sometimes you have to accept the uncomfortable.
Sometimes your kid says you’re a baseball or a butterfly and sometimes you clean for the cleaning lady because you can’t relax.
But what do I know, I am just an old guy with a pen pounding on the keyboard while he wonders if the way down the mountain will be smooth or an avalanche of crap.
Nothing like feeling that ache and knowing what else is coming.
Invisible- The Ghost
Sometimes it is easy to paint a picture that provides a clear picture of what was invisible to another and sometimes it is not.
Sometimes you are just the damn ghost that used to be as easily seen as a shooting star and now are faded like two hour old skywriting.
Maybe this is what a caterpillar feels like just before their metamorphosis into becoming a butterfly. Maybe it is like the burn you get when you exercise hard enough to create a lactic acid storm in your muscles.
That would be superior to discovering that instead of dancing in the fire you have fallen down and are simply burning.
Especially when you doubt anyone would reach in and try to pull you out.
Sometimes life is a kick and sometimes it is a hoot.
Been a hell of a thing to look back at this time in Texas and consider all that has come with it. There is a scorecard and it reads mostly as we hope it should and would.
But there are a few places where you can see the time put in the penalty box and you ask if you are in a Brooks Was Here moment.
You do your best to facilitate things so that you have a better outcome so that fear doesn’t push you into something dumb.
Some people say you ought to be lucky if you get half of what you ask for and that you shouldn’t be so greedy to ask for all of it.
But if you ask me there is no reason why you shouldn’t try for that brass ring. There is no reason why you shouldn’t try to rope the moon.
If you don’t ask you don’t get and if you don’t try…well you know.
Some of it reminds me of this.
It is a Mix
It is a real mix of good and bad, this thing called life. Got one hell of a long list of really good things that in general outweigh the bad.
But some of the other, well it does more than just sting.
Sometimes you have to just power through it and see what comes next.
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