Great news, Reader. I was at the hospital for a couple hours today, and the tests found NO cancer! Relief is not a big enough word.
I think a lot about the highs and lows of life. Do we really know what the highs are without the lows? I guess I don’t think we do.
Case in point. Last week, I wrote the most beautiful song that I’ve written in a few years. It came to me in a dream I had on Thursday night. I felt euphoric writing it, like I was flying around my studio as it poured out of me.
And then for the two days following the magical songwriting session, I stained the dumpster enclosure at my restaurant. It was hot, thankless work, and I didn’t enjoy it at all. I still have stain in my ears. But I’ll be damned if that miserable work didn’t make my beautiful song sound that much sweeter.
Reader, we need real lows to understand what real highs are. If you’re like me and you want to feel it all, then join me in embracing the terrible parts. They punctuate the positive ones. Let’s just keep riding the wave and I’ll see you next Monday. -Em
