Once Upon A Time

I'm just happy to be here.

I know sometimes it's not clear.

That's the old curmudgeon in me.

But I've always been this way.

Right now, all of this, every single ridiculous post, is me reeling from the reality of how a man who plays the long game almost passes, but survives.

Lives to fight another day.

A most fortunate man.

How do you keep thinking and planning the future when you're just enjoying, and grateful for, today?

I tell those closest to me that I'm in my absurd phase.

I'm going for absurd.

It seems like a fun way to play it.

All of this, after all, is the stuff of fairy tales.

Magic and wonder.

I sit in awe of it all.

But if I'm not the same, the next question is, "Who in the world am I?" Ah! That's the great puzzle!

And they lived happily ever after.