“I’m the only one in the world who feels this way.”
I guess we all turn that thought over in our heads at some point. And maybe we’re right. For example, I know I’m the only one in the world who doesn’t care for holidays.
I don’t hate them. It’s not like that old psychobabble I’m-depressed-because-it’s-Christmas-and-my-family-is-so-screwed-up kind of thing. Not at all. I just don’t think any day is more special than the one before or after. Every day is a holiday? Yeah, maybe, however sickly sweet that may sound.
Birthdays stopped being special around age 12. Christmas lost its zip sometime earlier. But I think the wholesale change came when I started reading everything Tao. Live in the Now. Every day holds promise and potential. Insert your own cliché here.
Today will be everything I make it and how I take it … I just made that up, but I think it works.
Happy Fourth of July.