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Not so Thankful in September


I started feeling better yesterday.  Yay for me!  I was still stuffed up a bit, and the cough that won’t quit…well, it won’t quit.  But still, when I got to work I was in a better mood, certainly more upbeat, and ready to face the challenges of the night.  Today I feel even better.  I have a little tickle in my chest, and I still sound sick and congested, but I can breathe!  Which is a definite bonus.  I like breathing.  It’s totally awesome.

As I was driving home last night, I kept thinking about a co-worker to whom I had voiced a lot of my frustrations over the last two weeks – just negative, negative thinking and feelings.  And I can hope (wish?) that it was a symptom of being sick, even though I do have a tendency to get easily frustrated and, though I hate to admit it, angry.  In a nutshell, I want things to go my way.  Because, you know, I am The Great and Powerful Oz.  My way is best, so you’d best do it my way.  Normally I can keep that all in my head.  But when I’m sick or just at the end of my proverbial rope, Woosh!, or whatever sound a geyser makes, because it’s like a geyser of bitchyness all up in here. continue reading…

Ten Things That Make Me Happy

A couple of days ago, Patricia at Today I think… posted a list of ten things that make her happy.  I thought it was a wonderful idea, and it really reminded me of the Thankful lists.  It never hurts to take an opportunity to be thankful…or happy.  With that in mind, I have made my own list of ten. continue reading…

life is smelly


I’m in a down-swing right now and I’m trying to fight it.  There are moments and hours when I can, when I’m enjoying myself or distracted or whatever.  But that feeling of unhappiness is underlying all; it’s still there under the surface.  It is a thing with claws.  It grips and tears at you just to keep its hold.

I don’t want to dwell on it here, though.  I don’t want everything I write to be melancholy.  So, I’m thinking that now is a great time to give some focus to Practicing Thankful.  continue reading…

What is the lesson of a “bright and beautiful day”?

When I was 20, I worked in Washington, D.C., which was about 50 miles from my home.  Those miles translated to at least an hour and a half commute each day, each way.  However many years later (wouldn’t you like to know!), I can still get a clear mental picture of the van and my fellow commuters, some of whom were more colorful than others.  For example, there was this one man in my vanpool that started each ride with, “What a bright and beautiful day!”  Come rain or come shine, “What a bright and beautiful day!”  And then he told every woman on the van how beautiful she looked.  I mean, this was a guy who tackled each day with a positive, grateful-to-be-alive attitude.  And he meant it, too!

The rest of us thought it was really annoying. Continue Reading…