A light at the end of any tunnel is good. Now, if I could just find the end of this tunnel or even the middle of it…
Last night I fell asleep to the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. I woke up to a bright sunny day this morning. Did it rain while I slept? I can’t tell, but it was nice to drift off to sleep with the thought of a gentle rain. Actually, I didn’t drift off to sleep with that thought, but it sounds good. 🙂
I am getting better at making the conscious choice to be happy and content. It continues to be a slow learning process for me, but I think I’m getting there. Half full is becoming my motto instead of half empty. I wonder how different life would be if more of us could learn to be half full.
Compartmentalizing… I’m getting better at that, too. I think that’s something men generally seem to be good at doing. Aren’t they the waffles to our spaghetti?
… 5 minutes later …
Just googled waffles and spaghetti, and a book was actually written with that title on the very subject I’m discussing. Coincidence? No, I imagine somewhere in my spaghetti head that I had heard of this.
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Love it! You are a great writer Anita! I miss you!