I am trying to breathe. Be more mindful. Be more present. I’ve noticed that I am no less angry.

I am just as eager to overpay for many Czech Pilsners to cause a break in my thoughts.

When I was in my 20’s I expected nothing. We were all broke. All making bad choices.

One year away from 50 and I wanted more from colleagues. More from friends. Oh my fucking god more from family.

Instead I order another Pilsner. Watch people and dogs walk by. Wait. Maybe next year will surprise me.