One of these days

I met Karen tonight for dinner at “our place” — Casa Grande, on Peachtree near Collier. We had our usual, sharing the fajitas for one and downing a few margarita swirls (there’s sangria in those swirls, friends). It just doesn’t get any better than dinner with a beloved friend after a rough, soul-draining week. We laughed. We confided. We talked about changes happening and coming. Two hours later, I walked out relaxed and happy and unburdened — the best I’ve felt in a couple of weeks. I needed to let everything go and be myself again.

Things have been rough lately, but I now see a light at the end of the stress tunnel. Maybe it’s time to make some major changes in my life, to take some big risks. I’m thinking through the hows, and hope to be leading a different life by my next birthday. I’m excited about what may happen.

I’m now sitting out on my deck, listening to and singing along with Emmylou Harris’ “Elite Hotel.” I may have new-wave heart, but I believe that the angels in heaven will sound like Emmylou, Vince Gill, and Gram Parsons. It just doesn’t get any better than this moment, sitting outside, singing “One of These Days,” feeling the damp spring air, smelling the rain. I think I'll sleep well tonight.

One of these days it will soon be all over, cut and dry
And I won't have this urge to go all bottled up inside
One of these days I'll look back and I'll say I left in time
‘Cause somewhere for me I know there's peace of mind
There's gonna be peace of mind for me, one of these days

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