The Voice In My Head

We often, too often in fact, get caught up in the day to day whirlwind of life. Things like who's doing what (or who) at the office, when the newest iPhone or tablet or coffee machine is coming out, the jackoff that cut in front of you in the parking lot, the bullshit and drama. The mindlessness of it all that, in the end, is utterly fucking pointless. We loose sight of the simple things, the important things, what matters the most at the end of the day, of every day. I know I'm guilty of it. Everyone has a list of what is so important to them it is damn near inconceivable to live without. First and foremost for me? My family. I wouldn't be here if not for them. They've seen me at my worst and best, always there with a helping hand or even an "I told you so" when I needed it. I love them more than I can ever express. Next would be my friends, who to me, are like a second family. See, I'm not what you would call a social butterfly; I don't have a thousand friends or go partying every night. Hell, I spend most of my time in one of three places in my house. My desk, the kitchen or the shitter. So the friends I do have are very special to me. These people too I love. Shut up, John.  Then come my creative outlets, be it cooking, photography, writing, leather working, etc. Without these activities I believe my head would, in all likelihood, pop clean off my shoulders. Something as simple as cooking something new for dinner or making homemade cheese (which I did today for the first time) can be a very relaxing, even cathartic.
The point of my little rant here is let the bullshit slide, like water off a duck's ass. Kiss the wife and kids, call your mother just to say hi, and do SOMETHING that makes you happy. Because, as the old saying goes, you've only got one shot at this, so make it fucking count.