life, now

he drinks Jack and Coke ‘cuz it tastes “like candy” and I sip Peppermint Schnapps from a shot glass ‘cuz I’m sick and we study cognitive psych for hours and then dream about better things and eat my mother’s left over goulash,

but I couldn’t be happier.
(also,

i fight stress, which is semantically counter-productive, and as i do i pray that someday it will come naturally. because “contentment is the product of a heart resting in God” [A.W. Pink] and that quote sits by my bed because i’m human and it takes reminder to keep me on track.

so i stress every other beat, and rest on the off beat, and day by day, through grace, i get more off beats.)