That was me, one year ago today. Y'know what they say; "The heart wants what the heart wants." And a year ago, my heart wanted an angioplasty.
This day marked the beginning of the end for a lot of things;
It was the end of smoking. Not only was that a long time coming health-wise, but it has also had the added financial benefit of saving me over $3,700 this year.
It was the end of running as fast as I could in several different directions at once. That wasn't working and I'm more than happy to say that I've put it behind me. I'm living for myself and not my FICO score lately, and that has made all the difference.
It was the end of tolerating toxic relationships, and putting others through a cost/benefit analysis. Don't get me started. Suffice it to say that if you manipulate my life for ten years and, in doing so, warp my perception of who my friends are, I'm not gonna return your calls.
This day also marked the beginning of this blog (at least in my mind - I was actually doing other things on this particular day, like getting stents installed, eating jello, suffering terminal bedhead without a hat in sight - but mentally, I was all about the blogging).
I started writing "Daddy on the Edge" basically as something to do while I was in recovery. And, although my comments section has that virtual ghost town feel, it does seem like I'm getting read and that people enjoy what they're reading. People that I never expected would like my brand of commentary not only read me, but have had very positive things to say. One friend told me that I say the things that she's thinking, but wouldn't say out loud. And that's when it hit me;
"Daddy on the Edge" is a guilty pleasure.
As defined by Wiki; A guilty pleasure is something one enjoys and considers pleasurable despite feeling guilt for enjoying it. Often, the "guilt" involved is simply fear of others discovering one's lowbrow or otherwise embarrassing tastes, rather than actual moral guilt. Fashion, music, and food (especially unhealthier foods high in sugar and/or fat) can be examples of guilty pleasures.
I am the Twinkie at the bottom of your purse. I am the Ring Ding that calls out to you in the night. I am the Devil Dog who's name you dare not speak.
Okay, maybe Daddy's not all that, but if reading me is your guilty pleasure, then I'm happy to be that for you. I'll be your Twinkie. But I hope you might not feel embarrassed to share Daddy with a friend. For Daddy, like the Twinkie, is meant to be shared. That's why they give you two.
I haven't posted a music video in a while, so here's a favorite. While not a track for Daddy's Revolution Soundtrack, it's still a lot of fun. Thanks for hanging with me this past year. And don't worry - I'll never tell. ;)