Me: Dad, this just sucks, I hate it.
Dad: Well, Shawn, life sucks. You hate it so much, take a bike and ride in front of a truck.
Me: (Laughing) No, I don't think I'll do that.
Dad: Well then quit your bitchin', you have options.
Funny how after that, those words have stuck with me this long.
I like to think I am now a centered person... and no it has nothing to do with my growing gut. I've tried to take those words "quit your bitchin', you have options" and adapt that to my life. I have choices that I can make. I can work all the time. I can enjoy my life when I am home. I can find that work/life balance. In fact, that's what I have done.
Think of your current situation. Can you get out of it? SURE YOU CAN! My dad proved that to me on this night.
So where do I go from here? I think bed. Tomorrow is a new day. So now I am faced with the choices I spoke of just above -- do I fart toward or away from my wife under the sheets?
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