What I Do to Breathe

This could be part 2 of “Why I’m Happy”:

– I don’t play chess in my brain anymore. Like trying to forecast what might happen if I do this, or I do that, or what other people may think if I do this or I do that. I’ve decided that I know what is right and what is wrong, what feels right and what feels wrong, and I act on those convictions.

– I’m not cool. I don’t look cool, I don’t laugh cool, I don’t talk cool, I don’t act cool. I don’t think cool. My friends aren’t cool. But we are all damn comfortable.

– I say sorry only when I mean it. When in doubt, I say please. When in error, I admit it. When praised, I accept wholeheartedly.

– I occasionally rub my belly to celebrate the fact that I am not starving.

– I will not hesitate to tell any friend that I have absolutely nothing to do on a Saturday night, that nobody called me to do anything, and would they mind if I plop myself on their couch for a couple hours. I don’t mind calling myself a loser as long as nobody believes it.

– I will stand in the middle of a bookstore and read a comic book.

– Instead of taking a pill, I take a nap.

– I am thankful that I’ve inherited some of my parents’ goofy habits.

– Instead of wearing a tie, I acknowledge the fact that my clients are human beings.

– I don’t know 90% of what my cell phone can do.

– I’ve expanded my definition of “healthy”.