The century mark

This is post No. 100 for me, and I have nothing of importance to say here. Except that, if you are one of my friends and one of my favorite bartenders in the world who just found out that you have lung cancer, know that I love you and momentarily will be on my knees at the foot of my bed praying harder than I ever have prayed in my life for you.

And tomorrow/tonight, I am going to the Cubs/Cards game. We (the Cubs) are going to get our asses handed to us because Rich Hill is facing Adam Wainwright, but I don't care. It's going to be a blast, even if I end up going myself! (Don't think I haven't sat through more than one Cubs/Cards game by myself!)

OK, that's enough random ramblings for this night... It's time to go to sleep, bitches!

Important words

I know it's weird that I am posting the words of a prayer at 3 a.m., but for some reason, this just came to me. Had a couple of realizations tonight, the biggest of which is that I deserve to be happy, too, dammit... But that will never happen unless I am happy with myself. I've got a lot of work to do, but (to sound totally cliche) a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. To that end, I leave you with words attributed to St. Francis of Assisi, a 13th Century Italian monk:

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;

where there is hatred, let me sow love;

where there is injury, pardon;

where there is doubt, faith;

where there is despair, hope;

where there is darkness, light;

and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,

grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;

to be understood, as to understand;

to be loved, as to love;

for it is in giving that we receive,

it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

Amen.

Sweet dreams to all!