"Dad I am not ready for the money yet," I told my father tonight.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he sighed relieved.
"I just need some more time," I replied.
I didn't want to go into the particulars of why I didn't want the money tonight. I don't want to add fuel to the fire that is my incompetence.
"I am so proud of you," he told me. "You are like a different man."
It is going to be a good night. Coast to Coast AM is on the radio. My good blogging computer has decided to boot tonight. Maggie is on the bed playing with her plush cow toy. I feel like a thousand boulders have been lifted off my shoulders. Like Atlas bearing the weight of the whole world, I trudge ever forward in this so-called life. Sometimes bumbling. Sometimes as svelte as velvet.