Closed Windows

Despite the fact that I only got five hours of sleep last night, I feel surprisingly good. This time change is still messing with me, looking down at the clock I see it’s already 10:30 in the morning. I find myself wanting to go to sleep before the sun goes down, while my wife seems to be unaffected by it all. With a slight tickle in my throat I know that it’s that time of the year I dread…pollen season. Even though it’s bright and sunny outside I can literally smell the grass pollen through the closed windows. Still with the slightest headache forming around my temples, I meander through this writing gig with all the professionalism I can muster.

I think back again to that card my grandparents had taped to the cash register at their mom and pop store so may years ago. It read, “I had no shoes and complained, till I met a man with no feet”. Lord knows why the simple statement has stuck with me all these decades, but it has. Like a profound proverb from a holy book I suppose it was there to remind me to be grateful for with I have.

For some reason the government has decided to screw around with my pension these past few months. Their reasons for this are all quite logical to them, but much like anything pertaining to rules and laws. There’s no leeway for mercy or empathy…unless your connected. So I guess with this stewing around in my head the past few days. A little corner of my brain brought those words back to mind. That while I may be upset and angry at the situation, it doesn’t hurt to remember that there’s always someone out there in worse shape. So don’t let your mind dwell on anger. Like Yoda said, “it only leads to pain and suffering”. So fight if you must, but don’t allow your thoughts to close the window to joy. Instead, maybe crack the window open a little and let some sunshine in.