"Just Another Day In Paradise"
The kids screaming, phone ringing
Dog barking at the mailman bringing
That stack of bills - overdue
Good morning baby, how are you?
Got a half hour, quick shower
Take a drink of milk but the milk's gone sour
My funny face makes you laugh
Twist the top on and I put it back
There goes the washing machine
Baby, don't kick it.
I promise I'll fix it
Long about a million other things
Well, it's ok. It's so nice
It's just another day in paradise
Well, there's no place that
I'd rather be
Well, it's two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the lord every night
For just another day in paradise
Friday, you're late
Guess we'll never make our dinner date
At the restaurant you start to cry
Baby, we'll just improvise
Well, plan B looks like
Dominoes' pizza in the candle light
Then we'll tippy toe to our room
Make a little love that's overdue
But somebody had a bad dream
Mama and daddy
Can me and my teddy
Come in to sleep in between?
Yeah it's ok. It's so nice.
It's just another day in paradise.
Well, there's no place that
I'd rather be
Well, it's two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the lord every night
For just another day in paradise
Well, it's ok. It's so nice.
It's just another day in paradise.
Well, there's no place that
I'd rather be
Two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the lord every night
For just another day in paradise
For just another day in paradise
Well, it's the kids screaming. The phone ringing
Just another day
Well, it's Friday. You're late
Oh yeah, it's just another day in paradise
This song goes deeper than the "Is the glass half empty or half full?" conundrum. This guy's life sounds terrible:
His house is a noisy chaos.
His kids are fighting.
He can't pay his bills.
He woke up late for work.
He has to skip breakfast because his milk has gone bad.
After all of this his washing machine breaks.
He can't even get a date with his wife because her boss makes her work late, again.
He and his wife share a crappy pizza and try to spend some time together, but then their screaming kids are at it again.
By my, and I bet just about everyone else's, definition that doesn't just sound terrible. It sounds dreadful. The way he says it though, it's musical. It's beautiful. It's PARADISE. Not because of his situation, but because he has love and he is looking at his life as far beyond just "half full."
Now...why did this relate so much to me today? Because this year, I'm not going on harvest. TRUST ME, not because I don't want to, but because that's what's best for this season. My blog, in my head, has quickly turned from "HappinesswithaHarvester" to "TrytoRemeberwhatitsliketobeHappywithoutyourHarvesteraround. I'm having a really. really. tough time with this. I know it's for the best. I know it will probably be good for me. I'm still counting my blessings, I'm just tearing up a little between numbers.
I know I'm not the only one that's facing transition, I know I'm not the only one that's having a hard time. My mantra right now is that, "I'm young. Months are Short. Life is Long. Love is Strong."
You see, I'm trying to focus on the positive without ignoring reality. That balance for me, I hope, will help me get through the time that my beloved harvester is away.
So, no matter who or what your "harvester" is, it's going to be okay. You just have to make due with what you've been given and know that there are brighter days ahead. Find your own mantra. Believe it. Count your blessings. (Even when there are tears between them.) Then, strive to make each day your paradise. At least, that's what I'm trying to do.
