“If you don’t think every day is a good day, just try missing one.”
~Cavett Robert
Today will one day gild my memory in bold type, sprinkled as it was with moments of gratitude, justifying our family’s direction, rewarded our patience and promised to pull us toward a truly awesome mañana.
There was no singular bolt of lightning to pierce our sky, the day instead flocked with flashes and rays. It is spring break for the children and the loss of shuffling through hours of our day is not one I will spare a minute to mourn. My non working moments over the last three days have been instead spent on adventures; playing with Max and Mia while making eyes at Cindy.
Even amid all the helter skelter, our lives are often filled with such moments; even the worst of days can burn with brilliance if you take the time to gaze, at least with a passing glance, at a bit of what is both above and below you. Yesterday was one of those where those moments seemed to arrive in multiplicity and then arrange themselves with the wonder of a constellation.
I’ve been climbing toward a peak for some time now, and can smell the air at the top as it gently slaps the side of my face, but that doesn’t mean the climb hasn’t at times been like ascending the side of a chalkboard landscape with two handfuls of nails. Cindy and I have laid claim to high risk this past half year; a small part of the fair purchase price for promise. Climbing that mountain, today we arrived at an aperture in the side; an asylum from the altitude where the air was crisp and even the colors of our simple stew seemed to stand bold against the white of unfiltered sky.
The day itself was odd, with rolling waves of thunder punctuating the wind from midday sun to nighttime moon. Threatening rain, the sky hung pregnant but never delivered moisture or menace. Behind the ugly gray, our interior was cerulean. Taxes were paid, and thanks to our accountant Cindy and I sent every cent due, but not a nickle more. The in-box at Ghostwriter Dad wore a grin for most of the day as pleasant, appreciative people paid and praised my delivered work. The Collective Inkwell launch has been a long time coming and outstanding once here, and I love the contest David Wright and I cooked up together. It promises to be fun for the two of us and our readers alike.
Life is a constant climb, the amount of steps we choose to ascend is up to us as individuals. I want to spend my years in motion, covering as much distance as I can before before my mind will finally move me no further. Some of those steps will be difficult and I’ll feel the weight of iron chains shackling every forward inch. Other steps will see me gliding forward with the ease of a man waltzing across lunar soil.
It is impossible to fully appreciate one without sinking deep into the other. I am grateful for every struggle, for it is only the scuffles, mental or otherwise, that train me to think smarter or faster or at least more in tune with the best way forward. It is only the difficulties that allow my children to see me earning answers to the same lessons I must never forget to teach them.
I’m a writer and so appreciate the trials. Today, surrounded by my family and momentum, I felt indebted.
Writer Dad
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