My grandma, who had to tolerate me a lot since I lived within rock-throwing distance and never knew when to go home, used to tell me that I was as happy as if I had good sense. That is, when she wasn’t accusing me of lacking the sense God gave a goose. Clearly she noticed a certain deficit in the reasoning department. Time and experience have predictably sharpened my perceptions, but if I have to base my mood on whatever life’s currently dishing out, I’m done. Hey, I KNOW things suck, generally speaking. I’m perfectly aware we’re all headed to hell in a disintegrating hand basket at warp speed. You know the drill: our atmosphere is imploding, our ground water’s drying up, our oceans are gunked up with plastic and sewage and a sick radioactive glow, the whole planet’s at war in one way or another, and disease and pestilence stalk the land. But I can’t shake the feeling that life is good, gosh darn it, all indications to the contrary. What can I say, things just have a way of working out, and it’s always too early to give up. To quote the great Lucimar Santos de Lima (it’s okay, even Wikipedia can’t find him), “It doesn’t hurt to be optimistic, you can always cry later.”
Playing for Time 
Dec 05, 2014 @ 16:37:19
I love this, it’s so very true! from Leigh 🙂
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Dec 05, 2014 @ 17:16:13
Thank you, Leigh!
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Dec 04, 2014 @ 10:18:42
Another good one, Dear Judy.
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Dec 04, 2014 @ 10:29:54
Thanks, AuntB!
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Dec 04, 2014 @ 06:56:01
I love your mindset. 🙂
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Dec 04, 2014 @ 10:29:11
Thanks, Carrie. I think it’s a combination of pioneer spirit, genetics, and choice. Everything but denial. Just give me the facts and I’ll deal.
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