Another year draws to a close and after a lot of decades spent chasing dreams, I’ve finally figured something out.
Life is about the small victories…not the big.
You know...the little things that stitch together your personal world, every single day.
Having a roof over your head.
A bed to sleep in.
A premium cable package with HBO, Starz, Encore…and Showtime…plus on demand.
Instead of spending your days fretting if you’ll ever write that life changing novel, how about being happy with that long overdue letter you finally wrote to your long ago best friend that made him or her cry...even though it was supposed to be funny and you thought they wore those odd socks on purpose.
Instead of beating yourself up over how long it’s taking you to get into that corner office, how about being happy you actually have a job...and doesn’t everybody love the fry guy.
Instead of envying your friends who can afford to jet off to warmer climes, every winter, how about being happy that you were able to squeeze another winter out of your boiler...despite the constant squealing from your CO2 detectors.