You know what would be perfect?
If my wife and I were about to become empty nesters. Maybe thinking about downsizing our four bedroom house. Our kids are all in college or out on their own.
I pulled into the country club over the weekend and received a ton of compliments on the new Mercedes that I bought over Christmas.
My wife and I decided next Christmas we are going to celebrate in Europe. Just the two of us for ten days celebrating twenty five years of a wonderful marriage.
John Shepley, you really do have the perfect life.
Sure sounds better than a divorced father of three living in an apartment by the river. Fifty six year old man with a daughter in fourth grade. A guy who spent five decades in the same business scraping enough together just to get to the next month. A guy driving around with the check engine light on hoping that light stays green.
This guy sounds like a loser…
Whenever I felt sorry for myself around my dad, he would start making a whimpering sound and say, “whoa is me! This isn’t fair! Ohhhh, whoa is me!” Suddenly the whimpering act would end and in a stern voice he would say, “nobody gives a flying fuck about old poor John Shepley! Quit feeling sorry for yourself, you look pitiful!”
My dad didn’t have a “Play like a Champion” sign above the front door. My dad had a blunt tongue and a sharp comment to do his motivating!
The successful guy living in the affluent suburb sure seems to have a perfect life. He doesn’t have a worry in the world.
“And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, ‘Well, how did I get here?’”
Life might not be perfect… what might sound perfect or look perfect has just as many flaws.
I think I’ll keep waking up in the illusion that I live in. It is the only imperfect one that I get.
Because I’m too legit, too legit to quit! Which is a hint for the code on the bottom right corner of the chalkboard.
