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Did you ever notice how sometimes we get overwhelmed by life?  Not for any good reason, just lots of little things that somehow seem to add up to one giant clusterfuck.  I've been feeling that way lately – all those little things had stacked up to the insomnia stress point.  And today, I let go of them.  Just pushed everything out of the way and said, 'Screw it.  What will be will be, no point making myself nuts over this crap.'  And suddenly, the world seems a bit sunnier, a bit shinier and a whole lot better.  

Perspective is a marvelous devise.  Realizing how good my life really is helps.  Sure, money is tight, but I've got a roof over my head and food on my table.  I can get a car loan to pay for my last new car.  I can pay my bills (not as easily as I'd like, but I manage).  I may have fewer friends than I once did, but they're of better quality.  Someday, I will be a published author.  I know that.  I have a fabulously insane family who all love me dearly.  I'm still overweight, but less so than a year ago.  I'm alone, but at least I'm not being made crazy in a relationship that doesn't work.  When I change my life next year, I will find some way to pay the bills.  I'm absolutely confident of that.  My house in Connecticut will sell, maybe not before winter or at the price I hoped, but it will sell.  It will all work out.  Sure the economy is collapsing, but I'll be okay.  I'll find a way.  I know that.

So much of life is about choices.   About how we choose to view the things that smack us upside the head.  I choose happiness.  I choose to celebrate the good, the okay and the not bad.  Which leads me away from the pity party and into the world of smiling faces.   As much as I hate perky, I prefer happy to morose.  And I choose Happy.



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