Another Day,..

(suggested background music pairing:  Touch of Grey, Grateful Dead, 1987)

Its 8PM…another cold windy Rochester night. I’m listening to the sound of sleet hitting the window. Fortunately it’s just warm enough, like, 32.1 degrees, where it’s not sticking. I get to feel fortunate. Yippee. 

It could be 22.1 degrees and snow. Like it’s been for the past who-knows-how-long. Really, probably 3 months, but I’ve really lost count. It was another grey day, clouds and fog and rain and snow hovering and blowing, hitting my window at work. I had a few meetings today, took a few phone calls, blah blah blah whine whine whine this isn’t fair, that isn’t easy, this shouldn’t be, why can’t that be?  

The drive home was the same too. Drive, stop. Go, wait.  Red, green. Look, he needs to turn left RIGHT HERE…go ahead, you already cut me off. Sure, cross the street, take your time, I apparently have all night. Oh, now you’re giving me a look? Really? Go…no, wait.  Red light. Windshield wipers going back and forth. Back and forth. Again. Again. Is it Wednesday? Or Tuesday? Feels like another Tuesday. Fortunately it’s not Monday. I get to feel fortunate. Yippee.   

Let’s see what tonight will bring.  Seven day forecast:  tomorrow-gray. Next day-gray. Gray gray gray gray, and gray. Let’s turn on the TV and see what’s on:  “Now here’s the latest in Libya…” <click> “…NFL players cry foul…” <click> “...injured in a car? Call…” <click> “….gas prices have risen…”  <click> “….buy this…”  <click> “…Lindsey Lohan…” <click> “…contact your doctor if you notice the following side effects…” <click> “…Charlie Sheen…” <click> “…budget cuts…” <click>”…tomorrow, see the season finale…” <click> “…(insert new movie trailer of almost forgotten obscure TV show remake here)…" <click> “…buy this…”  <click>  “…blah blah blah…” <click> “…whine whine whine…” <click> aw, forget it!

Fortunately, it’s 8:20 and the day is almost done. I get to feel fortunate. Yippee.

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In all seriousness, though, it could be worse. We could live in Libya.  It could be 0 degrees and we could be unemployed AND broke AND homeless. It all could be gone in the blink of an eye. I try to live my life to appreciate every moment for what it is, as every moment that passes is a moment that can never be changed and a moment you can never get back.  I do truly believe it, but some days, these days of forced routine and less-than-ideal conditions, whether it’s weather, who you’re surrounded by, what you have to deal with, can be quite demotivating. Or depressing. Or annoying. And overwhelming. There’s a lot of crap out there, a lot of potholes to avoid and pitfalls to look out for. But one day, in a flash, the world or your world could be turned upside down. And so, as tough as it sometimes is, all I can do is keep pushing forward, even if blindly, blinded by the rains, and wind, and blah blah blah whine whine whine, trying to take advantage of every moment I have to feel as fortunate as I can feel.  Because every moment I am here, I get to feel fortunate. Yippee!!  

Ok, maybe that yippee is a little sarcastic…so I’ll end this with a simple  :)  …