Toast to Good Health

If I speak in the tongues of men...but have not love, I am nothing but a noisy gong or clanging cymbal.

I drank a big toast to my life today.

My life consumed with the pitfalls and the "I wish" and "what if's". I drank a big ole toast to the nonentity called my life. Happy that it still is, though riddled with question that have generally surpassed my far-fetched education, it still lives, hoists its flag, and dwells in its own inconsequence.

We tried to have an open day today to sell our house that has been on the market for almost 3 months. It didn't work. Not even one person showed up. Not one. That hit a sour note to me. But I didn't let it get me down. I have my eye on the prize.

People keep asking me what I have done with the past 3 years of my life since I left school. It hurts because I have no answers. I am not married, not seeing anyone, didn't see anyone, and didn't find the miraculous cure to some incurable disease or something equally as eventful. I just lived.

As hard as that was for me, I sustained my life and my breath, held my head high and kept on living. I don't have the answers to any of the questions that would explain my waste of precious time in my life, all I have are lessons, and the keys that I would not let it get me down, but make me stronger, most importantly I still live. I know many that have been stripped of that luxury. I am not one of those people and I thank God for that every day.

I drank to my life today. I drank and asked God that there would come a time I would get to share some fine liquor with some fine man sitting across from me on the table, looking at me, listening to me. I drank hoping and praying silently to myself that fine wine like I had shared silently today will not be shared alone, needs to be harnessed and enjoyed in favored company, when the time comes. I drank hoping that I am taking the baby steps to that time.

Here's to my life, and all it's precious liquor waiting to be savored.