I rarely ever pat myself on the back, and many of you may think I am a lunatic, but I wonder how many people I know, or people you know, would have made the trekk up here. The circumstances leading up to this point were entirely my own doing, but today I am feeling proud that I had the courage to make a monumental move like I did. And courage is not a word many who know me would associate with me. I have pretty much been paralyzed by my fears since about......oh Id say.........1961 or so. I cant make a decision to save my ass sometimes. I hem and haw, obfuscate, and overthink most every major choice I have ever had to make..and I STILL fuck most of them up. Thats real talent gentle followers. Now the move up here has been anything but lollipos and polo ponies, but I did it. Cant nobody ever take that away from me. So score one for the kid.
I was reminded recently of some things I miss. I will watch the tail end of the WGN 9:00 news on cable ( only 6:00 remember ) and the references to streets, buildings, what have you, will bring a tear to my eye. Roger Treamstra, we miss you!!!!
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Some of my biggest scew ups have resulted in the biggest blessings any human being could wish for. But I, headstrong nut that I am, often have to be humbled to my knees before I can look up from that perspective and see the glorious view.
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