No matter how good you clean your kitchen, no matter how much time you take, you’ll still have to do it again tomorrow. 

I like my life, love it, even. I feel good about where I’m at. I’m real happy most of the time and I wouldn’t change a whole hell of a lot. So it strikes me as odd that after a day of getting to do my job from a picnic table in the sun while listening to a new 199 song album by one of my favorite artists, I felt pretty goddamned grumpy. 

I mean, there are reasons, but there’ll always be reasons.
Doesn’t the fact that there’ll always be reasons invalidate the reasons?
If everbody’s super, nobody is?
The First Noble truth?

I used to have a hard time navigating the down days. The fact that it was actually beautiful out and that I knew, for a fact, that I had it good would just make me more upset with myself for my inability to see that. 

Nowadays I do better.
I still feel grumpy, I’m still far from my best self.
But hey, it could be worse.