I’m sitting here fantasizing about working up enough energy to make a second trip to Taco Bell. Yes a second trip, I went about an hour and a half ago. Don’t judge me on my love of mystery meats and greasy E. Coli covered fast food! That shit is delicious! I’m not poisoning my kids with it only myself, they can have floor Cheerios.
I guess what I’m saying is I’m happy where I am in life. If you are able financially to hit up Taco Bell twice in a two hour span you mustn’t be doing too poorly. That or maybe I’m just fiscally irresponsible. Whatever. But the point is to be thankful for what you have and are able to do. There was a time when I ate ramen, for like three years, everyday.
Since the birth of my kids I have had a mantra I follow when it comes to how I handle my paycheck week to week. Babies, Bills, Beer. As long as my kids have everything they needed and the bills are not late Papa has a case of beer in the fridge. I’m a lushberry oh well!
It’s not about money, or materials. Financial security is just something I haven’t had often in my life so it’s something I’m rather thankful for. But there are totally other things to be thankful for! Kids, wife, dog, friends the whole shebang. I could write a novel about how thankful I am of each and every one of them. Hey maybe I will one day! Who doesn’t love gushing about themselves and the people deemed worthy enough to have a significant part of your life.
I’m happy that I have worked myself to the place in life I can provide for my family and still eat tacos like I blazed a doobie. No I don’t have everything in the world, but I do have beautiful children, a roof over my head, a loving wife, my precious dog, and most importantly I’ve got taco flavored kisses.