Today is my father’s birthday. When I was little, we had a tree by the driveway. He would pick me up, put me in the branches, then climb up himself. There he would tell me stories and feed my imagination. There’s an argument to be made that he overfed it considering my career path. I wouldn’t have it any other way. This poem is for my father.
Lots of traveling yesterday. I was amazing to come home to the arms of my bride. Once more, she is my muse.
Happy one week anniversary, everyone! Hard to believe we’ve made it to this bench mark. Feeling pretty accomplished right now. Also a little tired.
The last few days have been crazy, which has been a great test and proven to myself my own commitment to this personal creative challenge. I’ll be able to relax a bit and focus on my other pursuits for a bit, but last night I was so wired from all the activity that I had trouble initially sleeping. I was like a grumpy 5 year old at bed time. Crashed hard finally and woke up invigorated and inspired.
Today is going to be a good day. This next week is going to be a good week. Same for the month and year. I’m finding that balance between pursuing my purpose, being a provider, and learning when and how to rest and enjoy the life my bride and I are building together. Thanks for sticking with my this far. Here’s to one milestone passed and many more to come.
This weekend has been beyond crazy, but I managed to squeeze a romantic lunch date in with my loving and ever-patient bride in the middle of everything. God, I love this woman. Thanks for reading!
Didn’t get the chance to write before heading out this morning so another poem squeezed in during today’s activities. Feeling a little frustrated with myself and poured that into today’s work.
The Everyday Poet 