I was just thinkin’ about the “bounce.”
Remember when you were fourteen, and you’d wake up and bounce out of bed with the whole world ahead of you and the worst thing that could happen to you was school? Then the day began, but for that magic moment, all things were possible.
I was a pretty happy guy at fourteen. After that things got sort of complicated, but it wasn’t until I was in my late thirties and early forties that I completely lost that feeling of possibilities. Alcoholism will do that to you.
Nowadays I’ve got a lot of the optimism back. It’s work instead of school, and the world has gotten a bit smaller, but I still feel pretty good when I roll out of bed, most mornings.
At least until my feet hit the floor. I sure do miss the bounce.