Wednesday
Nov102010
It's a FANTASTIC DAY!
Wednesday, November 10, 2010 at 11:23AM
IT IS A FANTASTIC DAY!!!
Not, "It's going to be..."
It IS.
I have a friend. (I know, congratulations, right?! You do, too? Isn't it great?!) His name is David, the Rev. David, or, as I like to call him, my personal Oracle -- Reiki Master, ordained Minister, spiritual teacher and student, former Circus Clown -- and then a Real Estate Appraiser (go figure). His boss retired and closed the appraisal office this summer; he was out of a job, but he just picked right up and surged ahead with what he was already doing on the side, as the Rev. David. He has a brand-new website! (I will give you the address later.)
More than anything, David is a really good friend. I love him and I trust him and I respect and admire his peaceful, loving, giving, enthusiastic outlook on life -- well, unless you get him started on family or stupid, mean people. Maybe I should say ignorant, instead of stupid, but I digress...and can one digress, when one has not yet identified the essential subject of today's discourse? I don't know. I don't have all the answers, maybe not even any. And wow, isn't today's blog post somewhat rambling and existential? I might have completely lost my ability to write and/or communicate at all, over the last couple of months, distracted and fully absorbed by other Life Stuff, as I have been.
But I do want to talk about it being a FANTASTIC DAY!
So my friend has found his life direction, out of the fear and chaos of rather sudden unemployment. And he has a website. And he has taken to writing a blog, which I L-O-V-E. Not only because he called me out and gave me very specific, personal, inspired guidance and reassurance -- which I greatly appreciate -- (and it wasn't even the bit about it being a FANTASTIC DAY, that wasn't directly to me), but because his blog is so very David: enthusiastic, honest, chatty, funnyashell AND inspiring.
On Day 2 of his wonderful blog, Rev. David talks about "It's a FANTASTIC DAY!" (Actually, the annoying ALL CAPS are mine. He wrote, and I quote: "It's a fantastic day!") He suggests saying that every morning, before getting out of bed, which is what he does. I know maybe it's "hokey" or too new-age/self-help for some, but David is a Reiki Master, forgodssake, and I'm not even quite sure exactly what that is. (I'm learning.) But that's okay. David is openly gay, and that's how he came into our lives, as the new boyfriend of another BFF (years ago), which is a long story and I don't even want to go there, because I have already digressed in so many directions here this morning...but gay, fabulously gay, and committed to our Paul, so that's okay, too, even though, you know, I'm not gay and I don't know much about that, either. That's okay.
We all watch Modern Family on television (Wednesday nights on ABC, 9pm) -- and although I personally identify more with Frankie Heck on The Middle, I know David & Paul see us as the crazy married couple with the three kids represented by Claire & Phil Dunphy on Modern Family; just like we watch and see Cam & Mitchell as so David & Paul, in some ways. David is very Cam, right up to the shining, bald pate; Paul is not so much an uptight Mitchell, and he has dark hair, not red. Paul kind of looks and sounds like Tony Stewart, my favorite NASCAR driver -- GO #14! But anyway, again I digress...
So, "It's a FANTASTIC DAY!"
I said it to myself when I woke up Monday morning: "It's a FANTASTIC DAY!"
And I said it my hubby, "It's a FANTASTIC DAY!"
And the kids. Even on FaceBook, although my brother-in-law quibbled with me about it, just a little. Maybe I was being betchy about "Super Duper" and Barney and all, but I thought he was making fun of me. (I apologized.)
"It's a FANTASTIC DAY!" And it was.
Tuesday morning, I forgot to say "It's a FANTASTIC DAY!" And it wasn't. At all. It was kind of a nightmare, in a crazy, alternate-universe kind of way that my mother is living in now. I spent four hours at the bank with her, tracking down identity theft and someone hacking into her bank accounts. God forbid, somebody takes all her money and she'd have to come live with us?! (NOT)
So today, when I woke up, I said (and told hubby -- and kids, too): "It is a fantastic day!" And, so far, it is.
That David, Rev. David, he is one smart guy.
Check out his NEW website, in progress: www.RevDavidHamilton.com
Not, "It's going to be..."
It IS.
I have a friend. (I know, congratulations, right?! You do, too? Isn't it great?!) His name is David, the Rev. David, or, as I like to call him, my personal Oracle -- Reiki Master, ordained Minister, spiritual teacher and student, former Circus Clown -- and then a Real Estate Appraiser (go figure). His boss retired and closed the appraisal office this summer; he was out of a job, but he just picked right up and surged ahead with what he was already doing on the side, as the Rev. David. He has a brand-new website! (I will give you the address later.)
More than anything, David is a really good friend. I love him and I trust him and I respect and admire his peaceful, loving, giving, enthusiastic outlook on life -- well, unless you get him started on family or stupid, mean people. Maybe I should say ignorant, instead of stupid, but I digress...and can one digress, when one has not yet identified the essential subject of today's discourse? I don't know. I don't have all the answers, maybe not even any. And wow, isn't today's blog post somewhat rambling and existential? I might have completely lost my ability to write and/or communicate at all, over the last couple of months, distracted and fully absorbed by other Life Stuff, as I have been.
But I do want to talk about it being a FANTASTIC DAY!
So my friend has found his life direction, out of the fear and chaos of rather sudden unemployment. And he has a website. And he has taken to writing a blog, which I L-O-V-E. Not only because he called me out and gave me very specific, personal, inspired guidance and reassurance -- which I greatly appreciate -- (and it wasn't even the bit about it being a FANTASTIC DAY, that wasn't directly to me), but because his blog is so very David: enthusiastic, honest, chatty, funnyashell AND inspiring.
On Day 2 of his wonderful blog, Rev. David talks about "It's a FANTASTIC DAY!" (Actually, the annoying ALL CAPS are mine. He wrote, and I quote: "It's a fantastic day!") He suggests saying that every morning, before getting out of bed, which is what he does. I know maybe it's "hokey" or too new-age/self-help for some, but David is a Reiki Master, forgodssake, and I'm not even quite sure exactly what that is. (I'm learning.) But that's okay. David is openly gay, and that's how he came into our lives, as the new boyfriend of another BFF (years ago), which is a long story and I don't even want to go there, because I have already digressed in so many directions here this morning...but gay, fabulously gay, and committed to our Paul, so that's okay, too, even though, you know, I'm not gay and I don't know much about that, either. That's okay.
We all watch Modern Family on television (Wednesday nights on ABC, 9pm) -- and although I personally identify more with Frankie Heck on The Middle, I know David & Paul see us as the crazy married couple with the three kids represented by Claire & Phil Dunphy on Modern Family; just like we watch and see Cam & Mitchell as so David & Paul, in some ways. David is very Cam, right up to the shining, bald pate; Paul is not so much an uptight Mitchell, and he has dark hair, not red. Paul kind of looks and sounds like Tony Stewart, my favorite NASCAR driver -- GO #14! But anyway, again I digress...
So, "It's a FANTASTIC DAY!"
I said it to myself when I woke up Monday morning: "It's a FANTASTIC DAY!"
And I said it my hubby, "It's a FANTASTIC DAY!"
And the kids. Even on FaceBook, although my brother-in-law quibbled with me about it, just a little. Maybe I was being betchy about "Super Duper" and Barney and all, but I thought he was making fun of me. (I apologized.)
"It's a FANTASTIC DAY!" And it was.
Tuesday morning, I forgot to say "It's a FANTASTIC DAY!" And it wasn't. At all. It was kind of a nightmare, in a crazy, alternate-universe kind of way that my mother is living in now. I spent four hours at the bank with her, tracking down identity theft and someone hacking into her bank accounts. God forbid, somebody takes all her money and she'd have to come live with us?! (NOT)
So today, when I woke up, I said (and told hubby -- and kids, too): "It is a fantastic day!" And, so far, it is.
That David, Rev. David, he is one smart guy.
Check out his NEW website, in progress: www.RevDavidHamilton.com
Reader Comments (2)
What a Fantastic Day! :)