It's Friday afternoon, and that old feeling overtakes me again. You know it, at least I hope you do. It's the one that says "Live now, as hard as you can, all worries be damned."
I want to jump up from my chair, rip off my shirt and run through the thick grass... so to speak. I want to do whatever feels right, whatever feels good at this very moment.
It's a glorious feeling, the kind that keeps me going, churning, breathing through the muck of everyday. It's as close to perfection as I'll ever achieve.