Thoughts are things.
Tangible. As in, you can touch ’em.
Because they are real.
What are you thinking about?
Sometimes, I’m in the future.
In my head.
10, 20 months. 10, 20 years.
My son and wife are there to snap me out of it, to bring me back here. To right now. But I play in the future.
How I’ll teach my son to swing a bat and throw a ball and try juuuuuust hard enough (but not too much) to see if he’ll love my childhood, our nation’s, pastime.
How I’ll finish my book and see it on a bookshelf and cringe / smile at the dust jacket photo.
How I’ll grow grayer. And softer. And harder.
I hear my son and wife laughing across the hall.
Which brings me back to today.
Amino Acid Trips
The stuff that puts you to sleep. In the turkey. It’s tryptophan. Right? That’s what puts you to sleep? It’s not the 3,000 calories you put down in 20 minutes. Or the heat kicking on nice and toasty. Or you sitting on a couch, watching the Lions, the noise of the game crowded out by the sounds of family being familial.
November is a great month. December, a long one.
From Thanksgiving to New Years, we are all given a nice holiday sandwich. And the meat is in the memories of years gone by.
There’s so much to be thankful for.
It may not appear that way if you read or watch the news. Or social media.
But there’s so much to be thankful for.
Look beyond your social media tryptophan, and find the true causes.
I hope you think on that. Because it’s real.
Drop the “The”
Colette’s watching the new Gilmore Girls special on Netflix. A year in the life.
It’s pieced into four episodes. Each taking a season in. A snapshot of. Back on the air after eight years.
That’s two runs at college. Almost three times through law school. Multiply it twice and you get a teenager who can drive. You can even spend eight lakefront storm winters in west Michigan…
A lot can happen. A lot does happen. In eight years.
While I spend a lot of time in the future, I know what’s past is prologue, and my magnetic north sometimes switches poles. For a season. And I reflect.
Eight years ago, I was headed back to Michigan. A California lawyer. An American dreamer.
Headed back home to God knows what searching for something, anything, to be thankful for.
I know what that is now.
To be thankful for being able to control my own mind. My attitude. My destiny. To chase dreams.
Somewhere, along these past eight years, I made a life.
I met my wife. Together, we created. We created a home. We created art. We created a child. We created a family. We daydreamed. We night dreamed. We road tripped. We emailed famous people and had lunch with them.
Just like that.
We even call some of them friends.
It’s weird, right?
In eight year increments. Or just in four seasons.
But I’m so thankful for it.
Everyday I’m Shuffling
I keep the door to my home office open, most of the time.
Sometimes, I get lucky and get a special visitor. I can usually hear him before I see him.
My son, running from down the hallway. I can hear his feet. Shuffling closer. Louder.
And I stare at the door. My eyes focused on the area about three feet(!) off the floor.
Anticipating, with glee, those eyes that are about to flash mischief. That face that’s about to beam rainbows. Appearing, like an angel, from the heavens above.
I am completely present in that moment. Waiting for him.
The world, the entire globe, stands still in those seconds.
And I find myself fully engaged. In euphoric gratitude.
Thankful beyond words. Beyond words.
For this beautiful dream.