Have a Good Day

Watching scary movies is worth it. No matter what your situation in life is, after you watch it you think Hey it’s not so bad. At least I’m not getting shoved into a wood chipper. At the end of the day, every day above ground is a good day. For the most part, I didn’t think this way when I was 20, 30 or even 40 but when I hit 50 I started to appreciate things I had never really thought of before.

When I was in my late teens and early 20s, I only thought about rebelling. Sex, drugs and rock and roll as they say. I had what I now affectionately call a 7 year black hole within that time frame. A time where it’s all a bit fuzzy.

At 26 I got married, was introduced to “In-Laws” and life was deceivingly good.

In my early 30s, I was married with two kids. I was happy to be a Dad but started to question the whole marriage thing and the in-laws were becoming a much bigger part of my life than I had planned.

In my 40s I found myself listening to Paradise by the Dashboard Lights, watching scary movies a lot more often and dealing with nightmares of in-laws.  

In my early 50s I was fixated on the final verse of Paradise by the Dashboard Lights, “Praying for the end of time, so I can end my time with you!” I only watched scary movies and started to get concerned when I began thinking being shoved into a wood chipper may not be so bad.

At 56, the end of time arrived and I started to appreciate the concept of every day above ground being a good day.

Much of my late 50s and early 60s was spent learning about lawyers and a thing called alimony. They don’t teach this shit in college!

In my mid 60s I met a woman, my beautiful girl, someone that has made my entire journey worth it. Now, every day above ground is not only a good day but an awesome day.

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