I hope you are not among those suffering illness, and that you are merely among those in “lockdown” purgatory, like me.
🎼“And now the end is near
So I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case of which I’m certain”
“I’ve lived a life that’s full
I’ve traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way” 🎵
- I have created a body dent on my sofa cushion.
- I have thought about doing my taxes.
- I’ve cleared unnecessary papers off my refrigerator door.
It doesn’t look like much when I write it down. So, now I feel bad.
🎶“Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exception
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
Oh, and more, much more than this
I did it my way…”🎶
What regrets could I possibly have, you ask? Well, I wish I hadn’t procrastinated:
- Getting a haircut,
- Going to the dentist,
- Creating a toilet paper mummy,
- Purchasing a rattan fainting couch—
“World Market: For safety, we are closing all stores through April 3. You can continue to shop and ship at worldmarket.com”
The lessons I’ve learned in my life have served me well. Sure, there is wisdom anyone can find on a tea bag tag.
But even more poignant is the one lesson my father, a cab driver when he was alive, taught me that has seen me through these past 17 hours, and I’ll share that dogma with you today.
I was fifteen years old, with a learners permit in my caramel brown, suede, fringed, crossbody purse when he screamed from the passenger’s seat of my family’s Ford Granada, words that reverberate in my head to this day:
“KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE GODDAMN ROAD IN FRONT OF YOU, AND DON’T WORRY ABOUT WHAT THE CARS BEHIND YOU ARE DOING, GODDAMNIT!!!”
That lesson is more than just an abusive driving tip, it’s a life-lesson that has become the philosophy I live by.
🎶“Yes, there were times, I’m sure you know
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way…” 🎵
I only iron the front of my clothes.
🎶“I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried
I’ve had my fails, my share of losing
And now as tears subside
I find it all…”🎶
I’ll end this post with a poem, actually a survival tip for you during these long days of the toilet paper apocalypse—