I promised my dad when he was dying that I’d be a better person. He specifically wanted me to be a better ex husband. He and I were divorced from women with heavy depression. Both of them heavy drinkers. His wife had horrible mood swings and for my wife that was defined as being bipolar.
He often told me when I was a child, “Son, your mommy was sad way before we met her and it’s not our fault.” I’ve caught myself saying this to the Shepkids forty years later.
Not that I was a Jag Off to this lady before my dad passed away, but when she mouthed off to me in the past, I would rebuild her backside. Now I just say “okay!”
That promise to my father has given me great freedom. Freedom that takes me on a higher path. A path that is visible from heaven.
Speaking of jag offs…. The world is filled with them. Most of them drive on the streets that I take. In the past when a jag off didn’t appreciate my driving ability… if they would rudely force this opinion at me, I would tell them to blow me. Maybe tell them their mom could blow me or their sister…
Now I just smile at them and wave. Maybe even give them that dumbfounded I’m sorry look.
This gives me the freedom over that poor son of a bitch. It puts me in the lane that leads to the higher intersection. An intersection visible from heaven.
It took me fifty years to finally listen to my dad when he was on his deathbed. React with a cool head and freedom will ring.
Fortunately this freedom is affordable while I’m setting examples for my offsprings…
Christmas tree lights are tangled up? Yelling at them won’t untangle them.
Traffic is backed up for no good fucking reason? Screaming at the dumbass in the Subaru won’t move the cars any faster.
The guy in the drive thru at Culver’s doesn’t know how to read the menu? Informing him to get a salad instead of a large custard won’t be helpful.
When your ex wife tells you that you are the reason for all of her pain and problems? Just say, “okay, I’m sorry.”
Freedom feels so good when the air you breath isn’t reinforced with hostility. Freedom is on the road that is higher and healthier.
In 2023 shit WILL hit the fan. How will I react when the shit splatters on my face?
I will let freedom take the form of a washcloth and wipe the shit off my chin and move on to the next fan.
Today is thirty seven seconds longer than yesterday. The snow will be melting by the weekend and 2022 is almost over… let freedom react!
