The Storming Bohemian Punks The Muse: Covid Edition #33 – “Bless This Mess”
Written on 8-20-20.
It’s contrary day! Which turns out to be not such a bad idea…
I ordered a meal for delivery and didn’t think about the price or give a moment’s consideration to whether it was healthy or not. And I ate ICE CREAM FOR BREAKFAST!
For six solid months, I’ve acted as if as long as I make my bed, every single fucking goddamn morning, I’d be okay. . . .Seriously . . .
GUESS WHAT? Today, I DIDN’T MAKE MY BED AND …..I’m Okay!!!
New possibilities have opened up for me like magic, all within the confines of my bunker: Dishes on my desk with bits of food! Books piled ON THE FLOOR.
DRIED TOOTHPASTE IN THE SINK!
Friends, you have no idea how liberating this is.
Today – I don’t have to do a fucking. Goddamn. Thing.
And — HERE’S THE GREAT NEWS — YOU DON’T EITHER.
Let it go. One day.
And tomorrow, when I wake up in all the slop and look around and feel depressed, I’ll have the option of cleaning it all up and feeling fantastic.
And onward . . .