All it takes. To feel good.

Sure, I occasionally worry and fret. About stuff. But never. At the end of the day. When I go to bed. My mind is clear. And upbeat. Because I feel good. About myself. If I’ve made blunders, it doesn’t matter. Because I’ve forgiven myself.  And chalked up my mistakes as learning experiences. Most nights. I fall asleep. Smiling. Happy. Contented. Not unusual. For me. To wake in the middle of the night. Feeling rested.  So I get up. And do things. Such as writing. About the thrill.  Of being alive and conscious. And in love. That’s all it takes. For me to feel good. --Jim Broede