Delayed Gratification

Sittin’ on the front porch of an evening, sipping a Jameson’s and water, a woman runs by, dressed in her running clothes, and I think, you know what, if you see somebody doing their running, doesn’t matter race, age, gender, you can pretty much assume they are OK. They have their shit together. They are civilized human beings who know how to postpone gratification. I’m not saying everyone has to be a runner. There are many other ways to be OK. But sittin’ on the porch, seeing her run by, that is what occurred to me.