We've all got ours

It is not so much the days that are hard to handle, it is the stories we make about our days that cause us grief. "This happened for THIS reason. It means this!"

One leak in the roof means the house is falling down around us. One cross word from our lover means dying old and alone.

I suppose we are conditioned to expect the worst. It seems the world lauds the dark and brooding artist - rarely praising the painter of sunshine and daisies.

But the world's voices are often mistaken, and we must do the work to see clearly through the fog. Think of all the days - make a list of all the armageddon scenarios you've feared in your life. Now, how many of them actually came true?

Now, make a second list. On it, write all of the unexpected calls from friends - when you really needed them - and all of the kisses you've been blessed to give or receive. Also, list all of the kittens, puppies, ripe watermelons and rainbows you've seen.

Feel free to add anything else you consider wonderful. And, just how many on that second list did you see coming? How many were you responsible for "making happen"?

Just curious.

I'd love to see your lists...

dg

9/15

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