Sitting beneath the desert sky tonight, slow-smokin a cigar...listening to "Written In The Stars" by Tinie Tempah...so soothing and relaxing.
Thinking back on it....the places I've been, things I've done in the past few years... heh...for better or worse...it's lead me to this point and this mindset.
I'm content. Completely and utterly content.
I've traveled to 15 countries. Stood on 4 continents. Swam in 2 oceans, 2 seas...almost drowned off the coast of Guam (haha..oops). Driven across a middle eastern country that I've never been to before with nothing but a map drawn on a yellow legal pad... I've jumped from an airplane at 14,000 feet.... discovered that wave runners can hit 50mph+....
I've moved to a point of financial stability. Truck I purchased myself. A home and all the trimmings I acquired for myself (not counting house warming gifts). Sharing a beer with my old man on the back porch and reflecting on my time in the Orient and comparing it to his from nearly 50 years ago...
All the relaxing evenings at the clubs in ATL...drinking with friends, letting myself go, getting to be ME and enjoy life for what it is. Knowing the meaning of that whole "true friends" thing beyond what you establish in High School...
Even when something comes along that could and/or should cause stress in my life...I'm to the point where I just shrug, laugh...and find ways to make it work.
Gotta work 16 hours? Fuck it. That's life, right?
Unexpected expense? Fuck it. Shit happens.
Gotta stay overseas longer for whatever reason? Fuck it. What can ya do?
I feel like Ron Livingston in Office Space. "Damn it feels good to be a gangsta..."
All I need is a beer at this point.
Took me almost 26 years, man...but this is it.
I'm happy. And I haven't been anything but happy for a long time.
7 years, 4 months ago
15 Oct 2011 20:23 CEST