All Dessert All of the Time

Dessert: A course of fruits, pudding, pie, ice cream, etc, served at the end of a meal.

I have labored long and hard under the illusion that life was going to be one big slice of chocolate layer cake. I was apparently sleeping one off when the orientation meeting was held explaining that things weren't always going to go my way. I still don't know why I'm expected to suffer. Ever. Even a little bit. No minor aches and pains, no head colds, no slow traffic, no rainy Saturdays. I want a birthday party every day. I want to feel great physically, mentally, and emotionally. I want the world to play nicely.

Most normal people start to grasp the fact that life is going to be a slog through the mud some of the time. It isn't often exciting. Obligations take up a lot of my energy and as I get older the obligations become more weighty. My bones ache. My loved ones age. It hardly seems fair. I thought that I was going to avoid all of life's unpleasantness and just enjoy its benefits.

I'm not sure why the deep satisfactions of sobriety don't grab my attention with much vigor. I'm not sure why I tend to pay so much attention to my problems and show so little gratitude for my blessings. I've got it good in so many ways.

Ah, Grasshopper, make a fricking gratitude list and quit complaining.