We Call It Today

2024.06.10

Good morning, that wonderful way to keep it going.

The best I've felt since I was a kid.

No kidding.

Life starts to feel possible to feel good living.

I used to write that the hardest days were the good days because on them you remember what you're missing.

I don't plan on a hard day today, a comfortable nice one with some easy optimism.

How did I ever even take a step feeling the way I felt?

Not a depression, excuse the mythical metaphor, a demonic dance step stomped.

There's no scientifically appropriate term yet for my experience of life.

It's only in juxtaposition I realize this.

Being in war so long one forgets the feelings of peace.

Until they remember.

What I'm saying is, this morning, my actions feel worthwhile.

All this dreamwork starts to pay off.

All this love starts to find its way home.

Straight line life accomplishments feel like something I can actually do.

The fight is over.

The boxer is out of the ring.

It's the morning after.

He's healthy.

He's somewhat rested.

Reassured he'll heal from the damage necessary to win.

The extra rounds meant a hard-fought victory.

What to do with the health it provides?

The dreams don't die with the reality that they now can exist.

When living well starts to feel good what do we call it?

This morning we call it today.