Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Stop and smell the roses
I generally think of myself as a glass-half-full kind of person, but I'm a realist too. Sooner or later, your crap o'meter will get pegged no matter how hard you to try to keep it at zero. Might as well enjoy the good times when you get them, because you can't clean up the turd before it hits the fan.
This week, two people I knew were suddenly 86ed. Poof. Gone. Dead. We weren't close or anything, but it was unexpected and sad. I think of their families and my heart gets heavy. It would be all too easy for me to get paralyzed by the what-ifs and whys of life and buy a one-way ticket to Ain't it Awful Land, but I'm not going there.
I can miss Tilly and her mom and dad and be sad about it, or I can look at the photos I took during my visit and marvel at the wonder of my child having his own child now. I can be bummed about the fact that no matter how much or how fast I knit, I will never, ever be able to knit all the things I have on my list; or, I can fondle my enviable stash and indulge in some fantasy knitting. I can freak out when my youngest drives off in my dream car, or I can celebrate her growing independence. It's all about choices and how I look at what I'm given every new day.
Thanks so much for all your kind words about Tilly. Yes, she is the most adorable granddaughter ever, but it's nice to read your thoughtful remarks and congratulations. Also, I owe several of you a proper thank-you note. Rest assured, I'll get them in the mail soon. I've let myself get overwhelmed lately by the little things in life that seemed to have suddenly grouped and ganged up on me, but it's the same for everybody. I'm pulling up the big-girl panties and getting back to work. Regular blogging will commence once again. Thanks for hanging in there with me!
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