Wait,   Wait,   Wait!      Stop The press!      I woke up today without that    five million pound boulder   of stress on my chest.    And now I feel blessed and can rest      Oh! to rest these weary extremities    that have been inflicted with infirmities   unseen or experienced by them before      So tell me   What does the future have in store?      (I don't know.)      But I'm just going to let today be today.      I'm going to wake up this mornning    with a smile on my face   look in the mirror   brush my teeth   and NOT    WRACK   my brain      Wondering if she's going to call me or not   Because when a girl says      "Let's just be friends"       What she really means is:   "I'm Never going to talk to you again"      ACCEPT IT.      MOVE ON.      I just did.      And After that   I'm going to put on my play clothes   Go into the front yard   and climb that pecan tree   like I did last week   BUT THIS TIME   I'm not going to get halfway up there   and start debating    whether morality is:      A social adaptation.   A product of Evolution.   Or put there by God.      I'm just going to climb the thing   and have fun like I did when I was a kid.      And after that I'm going to go to    Vertebrate zoology class   And listen to my   Boring   lifeless   Instructor    talk about how    there are over fifty different species   of minnows   in just Arkansas alone.      But I'll smile.   Nod.      Show interest.      Act interested.   Because it really is interesting   if you think about it.      Thing About it.      And then after that   I'll go home    and have lunch.      The Same Ol' again!   Two more    FRICKIN'    frozen   El monterey jack   Bean and cheese burritos   with a glass    of Distilled water   and an orange.      But I'll give thanks    that I do have food to eat   because so many people don't.      And then after that   I'll go to work and paint   but I'm not going    to paint that    boring    Eggshell    white    on that old lady's wall   like she requested.      No...   not going to do that.      I'm going to pretend that I'm    a juvenille Leonardo   da Vinci   and paint a stick   Figure pasterpiece   of a young couple frolicking   in a field of flowers   with little butterflies   and gophers popping up   here   and there.      (I'm sure the old lady will appreciate it    later in life.)      And after that   I'm going to go have dinner with my Paw Paw.   And when he cries to me   about how his arthritis   is bad.      His own daughter rejects him   He's sad.      I'll put my arm around him and listen.   watch his old weary eyes glisten      As he experiences    my love for him.      And then after that    I'll go home      Sit on the floor    and start    singing songs    to the one   who gave me   this Joy   that I'm feeling      But it's more    than just some   fleeting feeling   It's eternal    truth   in which   I am reeling.      And then at night   I'll lay my head   to rest   without the slightest bit   of fright or fret   Knowing I made the day    the best I could.      And that God   truly is GOOD.