You might already know this, but it's been awhile since I've mentioned it here at the Rainbow Chronicles. So I've said it before, and I'm saying it again now:
My pops is the shit.
I just talked to him on the phone for almost an hour. I feel better about, well, pretty much everything now.
That's all. I wish everyone had a great dad they could call on a Sunday afternoon. Just to talk. Just to be there for you.
It's easy for me to focus on all the bad things—like how I can't pay my rent, or how my car's a piece of crap that breaks down every month, or how I hate waiting tables—but then I think, who supports me through all that bad stuff? Who do I call to help me out?
Not everyone is fortunate enough to have that. This is what I remind myself when times are tough. They might be tough, but it could be much, much worse.
I have my dad. And that's a lot.
This is my family. They're awesome.
Happy Sunday, y'all.