Now that I’ve relaxed, meaning now that I’ve smoked myself stupid, I realized something.

My shitty day, was a good thing.

My son has my patience. He gets more of it than anyone.

His best friend doesn’t have a good relationship with his father.

Had I not been patient with my son, had I allowed my impatience to hurt my relationship with my son, it would have hurt his friend.

His friend came with my son to visit last month. He’s a good dude and watches my son’s back.

It’s good for him to see my son’s relationship with his dad is a good one.

My son, I’ve learned so much because of him. Patience being the easiest thing I’ve ever learned because of him.

My mom once commented on how patient I was with my son, knowing I had never been patient for anything else.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.