Some days are just better than others.
After a long week—doctor’s visit, infusion, staining a deck, and driving for Uber—I’m overdue for a weekend of doing whatever I want.
It’s football season, and fall is coming quick. I’ve been dreaming about cooler weather and a big pot of chili for months. Why wait? I’m cooking a batch now.
👆Sunday recipe: 1 recliner + 1 football game + 1 pot of chili = happiness.
No good games on today, but my Steelers play the Jets tomorrow. I’m excited, hoping for a bunch of W’s.
Today, no plans really. The sun is out. Maybe I’ll watch a few games I don’t care about and then go for a long walk. Tomorrow, the Steelers kick off at 1:00. Maybe I’ll ride my bike. Maybe I’ll do something fun. Or maybe I won’t do anything at all. No hurries, no worries.
The best part is, I’m alive and well. I’m hopeful for many more days like this.
I feel good. I’m working out daily, walking a lot, and eating well. I deserve anything I want. I’m proud of myself.
I haven’t made a lot of money. I haven’t done anything “big” lately. But I’ve worked hard to get in better shape, and the results are finally piling up.
That feels better than anything else.
I’m excited. I’m proud. I’m happy. 🤲
