i’m a S’Ain’t
i’m not perfect.
i just wanted to throw that up there for anyone who wondered. Meaning, i’m sure no one wondered if i was perfect or not, but one or two of you may have wondered if i thought i was. Which i don’t. Yes, i enjoy writing about my breakthroughs and my progress on these pages, but that doesn’t mean i consider i’ve left all my defaults behind.
Case in point, i took the above picture yesterday afternoon at work. It’s a rubber trash can filled with ice and loaded up with champagne for the annual Office Christmas Party (not to be confused with the weekly Office Cocktail Party which is a whole ‘nother can of rums better left unopened).
i blew off the party and visited an AA friend who’d landed in the hospital after a horse landed on him and broke his pelvis (that’d be my friend’s pelvis, the horse’s pelvis is doing just fine, thank you very much). When i came into work this morning, i remembered the times when i struggled into the office the morning after, desperate for a coke and a nap, ashamed to look my coworkers in the eyes, the whole time swallowing the chunky burps that kept popping up in the middle of my meetings. i felt doubly good this morning because i was mentally happy and looked good enough to draw 2 smiles from women in my commute.
So, i’m perfect, right? Nah, my arch nemesis missed a meeting this morning and when the boss called to find out where he was, he was still in bed. Yeah, i guess i felt triply good today.