What's bad is that I sometimes feel resentful and anxious.
But what's good is that I sometimes manage to catch myself feeling resentful and fearful.
Before all hell breaks loose and I am consumed by darkness I quickly shift my mind to visions of "raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens brown ... paper packages tied up with strings." (Care to venture a guess where that quote came from)?
I stop seeing people as predatory or a situation as utterly indefensible. Instead, I see the humorous in people's frailty and mine. I acknowledge the futility of worry. And all becomes well and I'm ready to dance like an idiot again.
Like my late husband often said: "It's all good!"
Thank you God for the gift of wisdom and flexibility.
But must I always work very hard for them?
Talk about choosing our thoughts.
- ARIEL MURPHY