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.
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?
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.
What I'm saying is, this morning, my actions feel worthwhile.
All this dreamwork starts to pay off.
Straight line life accomplishments feel like something I can actually do.
The fight is over.
It's the morning after.
He's healthy.
Reassured he'll heal from the damage necessary to win.
The extra rounds meant a hard-fought victory.
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?
S.J. Wynn
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