hunky dory

So, things are hunky dory! I was driving on my way to work today thinking about what a rich woman I am. Rich in the fact that I have a car, a roof, a wonderful lifemate/soulmate/friend/husband, 2 healthy and happy boys, a job, and a positive outlook on life. There are so many people, people that I'm sure you know...who wake up, drag theirselves into work, and never crack a smile. How? I feel sorry for those folks because I think back to how rich I am and think that they must have nothing. I guess I would feel like they do if I was missing any of the parts to my life. I would feel empty in some way. That's the only rationale that I have for these people who walk around with the weight of the world on their shoulders. I can only imagine what stress THEY must be under. I mean, I feel that my life is WAAAY too stressful. But, to have it reflected so much on the outside must be horrible, you know? It's the meditation in my heart that I never have to know what it feels like to wake up frowning, stay that way all day, and go to bed frowning. I hope that I always know that I can choose differently for my life. And, I hope to teach my kids that important lesson. I think that's one thing I hope they get from me if nothing else. If you don't like your life, do all of us a favor and change it. Change your job, change your outlook. If you can't change it, then who can?! Okay, sorry I got on my soapbox for a bit. I didn't take any pictures on my cellphone of the kids today...and that makes me sad a little. I think that's a first. I'll have to double up tomorrow :)

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