1,2,3,4 Count them to remind myself just how fortunate of a gal I am. When I start to commiserate with myself over the bits of This n That, the unfairness, the lack, inconsiderate drivers, the local and worse, national news. My nerve damaged unsteady legs, the scarcity. I realize that I understand the difference of all the above. I know right from wrong. I acknowledge the abundance that I do have. That there are days that I drive haphazardly. That I can do some good to offset the crap dished out on the news. And though I have to move slower and with more caution, my legs still work. I need to look for the rainbows and the silver-lining in my clouds.
Monday. Yay! I made it another week. Let me behold this one.
Nah...it IS always the other guy who is driving like an asshat :)
ReplyDeleteMostly, but there is a smidgen of doubt
DeleteSo easy to see the bad and hard to see the good, but it is only the latter that results in joy. :)
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