It was Pajama Day at school today, and man were you guys brazen.
We were not unlike the cast of Reservoir Dogs marching down that hallway in our fleece.
A hall that smelled like…bacon? Is that bacon?
When we got to your classroom there were your teachers–in their pajamas–frying up some strips.
And Jack Johnson was faintly playing in the background while we were greeted with warm smiles and hello’s.
…Some days are never enough, babies. You’re that cork bobbing in the water and you feel like you just can’t keep up. You want more.
You reach for this.
You put such pressure on yourself.
If I could just get there!
I recently read something about us not being able to remember the good things that happen in our lives, but yet we harp on the “bad things,” because it’s a survival mechanism. We’re supposed to remember the bad things so we don’t do them again.
When you go out there in search of your things–which are always seemingly in arms reach, you’ll see— remember to come back here. Remember there was a time, there was a place, there was a moment when you had everything.
Pajamas. . .
Jack Johnson. . .
Bacon. . .
Maybe it will help you see what everything really is.