Here’s a great movie.
And a great chance to take stock.
I got engaged.
It’s a very big thing.
I’ve never been engaged before.
But today I’m scared.
Because I’m poor.
And I worry I won’t be able to provide for my love the way I would want.
Kinda like Jerry Lewis in this film.
Hard-working, but still entry-level.
And yet, I’m rich in love.
And my love loves me.
This I know.
I will take that knowledge forth.
My love doesn’t love me for my money.
Because I haven’t got much.
But what if I had less?
And what if what if???
Many bad things happen in money troubles.
But I am just over-excited.
I tip too much.
I go a little overboard.
If I could only write like Mozart…
But I do.
In my own way.
These strains you haven’t heard in a long while.
Because they have been buried.
We have to suffer.
And so I suffer now in this moment.
Oh, the ignominy!
Of picking up trash.
Of licking the boots of bourgeoisie.
Those who fancy themselves to be above their position.
To kiss ass.
With a master’s degree.
Obviously I’m in the wrong line of work.
But I press on.
Dumb, but steady.
Trying to be honest.
Trying to make an honest living.
Learning hard lessons.
If someone would abandon me for over-loving, then to hell with them.
That thunderbolt looms large.
I am flawed.
Pressed on all sides.
Said Saint Paul.
Like the Star Wars trash compactor.
So I make this a prayer.
Knowing my love believes in God.
I pray to you, Lord, that you will give me a chance.
That you will help me with my mistakes.
That you will not make others suffer because of my ignorance.
I pray, Lord, that you will put opportunities before me.
And that you will help me to be a better person.
I am not used to all of this.
Can I pull it back and win?
It is to God that I pray.
Beg, knowing I am blessed.
Blessed simply by the same grace which is available to every man and woman.
All creations of God.
I ask God help with my health.
My peace of mind.
Please help with my striving to be healthy.
Please give me strength and grace to overcome the obstacles now before me.
And I ask you, Lord, to give me guidance in my career.
How to spend my time.
Where to spend it.
And how to spend my money.
How to save it.
Give me wisdom, dear Lord.
I have nerves.
But I am an artist.
And God is my parachute.
Do not tempt the Lord your God.
Who helps those who help themselves.
With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.
God’s got this.