As I look around at all the crazy going on in the world–the finger-pointing, the hypocracy, the down-right hate that one group heaps on another, it makes me want to pull into my shell, to hibernate in my writing cave where I can give at least my characters some happiness. Stuff breaks and money’s tight. Bills come due and money’s tight. The economy is soooo much better than it was two years ago, and while it’s trickling down, it’s at least getting here. For so many years, the money all flowed the other way and the stranglehold was suffocating. I see hints of daylight at the end of this tunnel now and for 8 long years, it was just a freaking train. Yeah, feeling a bit…out of sorts these days. Depression is ugly and being unable to change the life outside my window just intensifies the feelings.
And then the Universe dropped this into my inbox:
It’s being alive, Silver, that makes you rich.
So easy to forget,
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And no matter how you spend them, Silver, each day makes you more.
Yeah…there’s beauty to be found, and frienships, and words–old and new. There are the words of others to read or listen to and enjoy. There’re smiles on the faces of children. Raindrops. Sunshine. Shapes in the clouds. My life is better than some, worse than others, but it’s my life. I need to remember to put away the bullshit and just remember to live, to be alive, and to spend each day so that I go to sleep each night with a smile on my face. Those are my thoughts for this Thursday, and I’m sending them out into the Universe in case someone else needs to hear the message too. I certainly did. No go live a little. That’s what I’m going to do.