No matter what you are doing right now. No matter where you are right now. No matter where you live, what you do for a living, what kind of car you own, what kind of clothes you wear or what you look like.
It doesn’t matter!
Because someone is envious……
The money might be running low, medical bills and taxes piling up, check engine lights popping on, belt loops running out….
The person who wrote today’s quote probably wouldn’t have liked me. The author was a black woman who lived when blacks and women had very little rights.
She was a single mother when she was seventeen. She was a prostitute, a stripper and a waitress. She became the first black person to work as a conductor on the San Francisco streetcars. She ended up becoming a well known writer, an activist and an actress.
I wonder if she ever felt sorry for herself?
Shit…. I feel sorry for myself quite often. Not as much as I did in days gone by. Probably because each day I get closer to a day when I won’t worry about money and bills and health or anything that forms a hurdle in life.
We’ve seen our grandparents generation die. We are watching our parent’s generation die and someday sooner than we think…. Our generation will be the one dropping like flies.
Just think of what we’ve seen leave us through the years?
The last living slave died. The last living Civil War Veteran, the last World War One Veteran, pretty soon the last World War Two Veteran will be gone. Right now Vietnam Veterans are in the twilight of life.
I never went through anything like the above mentioned people. No shackles, no bullets. Just an ex wife and a big butt weigh me down on occasion.
It’s the middle of February already. Just know the street person on the corner of LaSalle and Adams or the commodity trader on the other end of the phone are both envious of something.
February 12th might be one day closer to the tax deadline or the due date for the water bill.
It’s also one day closer to the day we grab the railing on the stairs that lead to heaven.
Today is game day. England versus Italy. One team is fighting and clawing from the bottom. The other team has fallen from graces.
Sounds like they both symbolize periods of our own lives.
That is the only game I’m watching today. I’m not wasting time on the game determined by “BetDaddyRiverCeasarDotCom.”
A game played with passion starts at 8:15 this morning. A game that starts with men singing their National Anthems as tears run down their cheeks.
I won’t be watching the game at 5:30 tonight. A game fixed by money lines and the over/under. A game that has a high priced contract and expensive potato chip commercials.
Today I’m going to watch rugby, tell the Shepkids who Maya Angelou is and make spaghetti.
Enjoy the middle of the month and keep on moving and grooving….
