Sometimes we get down. Not in the fun way. Sometimes we start out strong, a few things don’t go our way, and we crash.
My bride reminded me of a secret I learned a little while ago–that smiling tricks the body, the voice, and the mind. By projecting happiness into the world, we take it back in. Our spirits are fascinating engines capable of producing our own fuel.
Today marks another milestone. That’s two months down! Ten more to go.
It seems fitting to mark this occasion with a love poem dedicated to my better half and creative partner in crime, my bride. We men are not always the best communicators. Not to say that all men are terrible at it, only I’ve found that those of us in passionately loving relationships have a tendency to miss things. We fail to confer with our partners, or simply forget things they tell us in passing. And it’s not done out of any sort of misogynistic default or dismissal so much as simple distraction.
Love makes fools of us all, and I am no exception.
Ever read a book or watch a movie and an explanation is given for something that makes absolutely no sense? That is to say, the explanation is simply flat out weak or stupid. In fact, if the explanation had not been given, the issue that it was trying to explain away in the first place wouldn’t even be an issue. You’d glide right past it, happily immersed in the world of the story. Then this happens, and you start to think, and the holes open up.
Sometimes things are better left alone and the world created in the hearts and minds of creator and viewer alike simply allowed to be.
You ever have your whole day planned out? You’re proud of it. Know that you’re going to be productive. Pleased that you’ve managed to work everything together just so. Why, your schedule is practically a work of art.
Then a phone call. Good news or bad. Disruption. The plans are shattered and you’re left rushing forward through the day trying to pick up as many of the original pieces as you can along the way. Blessings in disguise and lessons to be learned here.
The Everyday Poet 