Hell Yes I Do!

Here’s a little story about how Life works.

Within all of the crazy, (and in all fairness it’s not true crazy, but the loss of the computer and the planning and finagling of the new computer via my Fort Worth Angel, the getting and starting up of the new computer via my OKC Guru…kind of a lot) So yesterday I started my day out by de-funking a friend. It was needed. It was necessary. It almost never ever in the history of ever happens, so…yeah. it was needed.

Then the funk was mine. and I started to listen to the voices.

it’s September…you won’t make any money.
the wedding season has slowed down…you won’t get anymore shifts.
your money will dry up and you will be in serious trouble.
what were you thinking.
and ps you’re fat and George Clooney hates your guts.

Fucking voices.

However, this voice was louder yesterday.

LOOK AT HOW GLORIOUS LIFE IS? YOU HAVE A GREAT FAMILY THAT LOVES EACH OTHER IN SPITE OF ALL THE FRACTURES IN THE TREE! YOU HAVE ANOTHER FAMILY COMPRISED OF FRIENDS THAT ARE TRUE ANGELS IN YOUR LIFE! YOU HAVE WALKED 3 MILES PLUS SEVERAL TIMES THIS WEEK! YOU HAVE A NEW COMPUTER! YOU HAVE A JOB AND A HOUSE AND A CAR THAT ARE ALL DEPENDABLE AND STABLE AND COMFORTING! YOU ARE SMART ABOUT YOUR MONEY, SMARTER THAN YOU’VE EVER BEEN IN YOUR LIFE, SO IT WILL WORK OUT! AND GEORGE CLOONEY HAS A NEW MOVIE COMING IN NOVEMBER AND HE DOES LOVE YOU!!!

So, I shook it off, ran some errands, found a nice hot pink purse at le target, went to work and found a check in my cubby. we get 100 bucks for referring students to our school. . . and one night at some random bar north of batshitcrazytown, I talked to the bartender about doing just that. apparently, she did. I logged onto my Facebook and had a message from a high school friend asking if I wanted to pick up a wedding shift in two weeks, easy money. beer, wine and ‘ritas.

Hell yes I do!

I had great clients all day long, great conversations, helping and laughing each one. Remember the Pilot? he came in yesterday. Just funny, that one. He gave me a grand compliment, saying “I remember the first time I came in here…Man. You have changed SO MUCH! for the better! You’re not even the same person, Zelda!”

no. no I’m not. and thanks for noticing.

I was only going to come home last night, come home and delve into the spare bedroom that looks like a missile testing site…but Pseudo Sister 1 said as I was leaving, “wanna come sit on the patio at chelino’s and have a cold beer while we watch my kids throw chips around?”

hell yes I do.

During the night, I took another phone call…something has come up unexpectedly and do I want to pick up a bartending shift tomorrow, Sunday for a few hours in the afternoon? Easy breezy. All cash bar, specific beers only. easy money.

hell yes I do.

Home early, sated and happy, I crawled into bed and thought, man oh man…I love life.

Hell yes I do.