You know, it occurred to me that maybe I can give up a little of the self doubt.
I mean, I run a pleasant little company that's about to merge with a bigger one. I just ran the NYC marathon. I'm an alcoholic, but I don't drink. My wife likes me. My kids don't think I completely suck. Shit, man. Even if things tank, I've done a fairly decent job.
It might be the post-mararthon endorphines, but I'm feeling pretty good.
So why do I feel guilty saying that?
Anyway.
There's a LOT more I want to write about tonight, but my son is waiting for me.
Love to all. Even you, the dude who drank two Foster's on the train, then drove home.
6 comments:
I would venture to guess that it is your infamous father's voice rumbling deep inside not letting you enjoy all your happiness! You prove him wrong!
Lucky you...
My life isn't so great right now!
I have hope it can (and will) get better again though!
It's great when you get caught by that thought of how much good is surrounding you, isn't it?
Don't let the little tape win. Enjoy this moment and savor it!
And CONGRATULATIONS on all of it!
It's great when you get caught by that thought of how much good is surrounding you, isn't it?
Don't let the little tape win. Enjoy this moment and savor it!
And CONGRATULATIONS on all of it!
I love that you put aside your computer for your son. That is the sort of parent I would want to be.
You are a great guy. Thanks for being around.
Because we live in a weird ass society where it's not OK to be "OK" with ourselves.
Good for you - on all levels.
Personally, I think you rock.
Especially because YOU know you do.
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