You Can Have it All… Or Can You?

Daily writing prompt
What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?

It’s 12:02am here in the Eastern United States. My alarm is going to go off in less than five hours. I don’t know when I’ll have a chance to write a post again, so I am doing it right now. Finishing something early? Me? No way!

Having it all. Do I have it all? Could I, if I don’t?

I have a wife whom I adore. Two step kids whom I adore. A job I enjoy that I am also not too terrible at. A house, two cars, two cats, four Gibson Guitars, and three Fender amplifiers. When you put it like that… what else is there? Yeah, I kinda have it all.

Then again, my house is not on the Pacific coast of San Diego, CA. My cars are nice, but they aren’t luxurious. My cats are freakin’ nuts. My salary isn’t in the Nine to 10 figure range. I guess I don’t have it all.

The moral of this story? Even when you do have it all, you’ll find something else that you don’t have. So what do you do? Be happy with what you have. Life will be so much better if you do.

Philosophy for the win, babie.

Five State Day

It’s been a five state drive. Over 300 miles. It should have been more but there was a lot of really awful traffic in a few spots.

Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York, New Jersey, and Delaware. Actually… I was in New Hampshire too. I went to the super market in Salem, NH this morning before work. So it’s six states today.

New Jersey says Hi (and so does New York, from across the river)…

Delaware says hi too, even if this hotel is pissing us off.

Let’s Talk

Daily writing prompt
Who would you like to talk to soon?

Ever since the Covid lock downs hit I’ve been pretty isolated from the world. I keep in touch with folks, but outside of family it’s been tough. Because of that, I don’t talk to very many people as much as I should. So the broad answer to today’s question is pretty much everyone.

More specifically, I would like to talk to the kids. Any time, any place, any reason. Both of my step kids live three hours away now. I miss shooting the shit with them. I’m always looking forward to the next talk.

I need to talk to my dad more often. I am such a terrible son. There are so many times where I’ve thought about just giving him a call and I haven’t. There’s no excuse. I’m just awful. I am going to call him this morning before we leave for the vacation. I promise.

I’d like to talk to my mom. We lost her two years ago. She was dealing with dementia for a lot longer than that. I just miss her.

I’m in the cellar right now, eating breakfast and typing this literary masterpiece*. My wife is upstairs. I will be going upstairs within the next 5-10 minutes or so. I am really looking forward to talking to her. It’s been over 40 minutes since we’ve spoken. Eternity.


*Sarcasm, of course. I mean… duh, right?