what would you say if a beautiful gurl came up to you on St. Paddys night saying those things?
if youre me, you dont believe it. youd think its a joke or a terrible hoax.
if youre you you might soak it in or play it cool or get embarrassed
or you might actually own it.
truth of the matter is i had all day saturday to write and i didnt.
so on saturday night when i actually did write it was sorta a “have to” instead of a “get to”
and i thought to myself, “now may be a good time to retire this 11 year old blog”
then two hours later my buddy ben’s special lady friend comes up to me with all those compliments.
no seriously, never stop writing, she continued. you are so good, so romantic
and i know some of what you write is true no matter what you say.
after a while she brought over her friend, we all started drinking green beer.
soon they were dancing. even the bartender was dancing. all was well.
there was luck of the irish.
we are all lucky. lucky to be here.
lucky to have another shot at things.
lucky to meet new people, experience new things,
and try to improve on toning down that incessant chatter in our minds that say
no you cant.
somewhere someone thinks you’re number one.
and say thank you nice angel.