National news media made me worry about all the problems of the nation.
From now on I will keep my worries local. Better odds of making things better before I spend my time fretting about things I can only fret about.
I cringe early and I cringe often. More often than not at thoughts that just pop into my noggin.
Did I just think that? I think.
Did I just say that? I grimace.
Then I cringe again for punctuation.
Then spiral onward to the next miscalculated cognitive misadventure.
While I cover myself with a veneer of serene calm bemusement it is just an illusion.
Inside I am so darn happy I am just about to pee all over myself.
I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
So out of a wee bit of adversity I feel my life blossom moment by moment.