My life is a cliché.
That’s not necessarily a bad thing….depending on the cliché of the day.
Right now I could qualify for your garden variety of phrases
such as: my cups half full or I
choose to look on the bright side.
As luck would have it,
I was born with a silver spoon in my
mouth.
I’ve never thought the grass
was greener on the other side or sat
around and waited for my ship to come in.
I pretty much seize the moment and at the end of the day I count my blessings. I get up on the one.
That’s not to say I haven’t sometimes felt I was at the end of my rope or had a bad hair day. Everyone finds themselves between a rock and a hard place at some
point. Lately I’ve been on an emotional
roller coaster and am hungry for the
light at the end of the tunnel. I
don’t want another curve ball if you
can read between the lines. I’m ready
for everything to come up roses, but
for crying out loud, I don’t want to
wait until the cows come home. Wanting it
won’t make it so. And it is true that actions
speak louder than words, so I have to remember to cool my jets.
Life’s pretty much what
you make of it and hope springs
eternal…. so, no more waiting for the
other shoe to drop.
I’m back on an even keel and I’m not just whistling Dixie.
