A dear friend asked if life was really as "humdrum" as I make it sound. Life can be stressful. I carry most stress and worry internally. After 34 odd years, Sweet Bear still has a hard time reading when I am down, or stressed. I know, but I don't show it. Maybe I learned to repress my feeling from my parents (they were a product of their upbringing.)
I have spent years learning not to let stress get to me. Most of what we worry about either already has happened or never will happen. And the rest we often have limited control over. I do what I can, little things like VOTING, but the rest is fate. I am sure I will be surprised to wake up dead someday, but I know it will happen. I assume the stress will all end at that point.
This is not to say I don't have opinions. Oh, I do. I was reading a policy paper the other day, and responded with the following comment, "we need affordable housing, not homeless concentration camps." In eight words, everyone knew how I felt about a current administration policy.
I try to be kind to others. I send cards, and sometimes gifts. While it is nice to hear back, my real goal is to brighten the day of another person. Kind of like a radio transmission, we send it out there, and hope that someone hears it. But often you never really know.
On my blog I try to send out a positive message. To make someone's day just a little better. If I reach one person, it is mission accomplished.
So yes, life is a bit stressful at the moment. Such is life. Bloom where you are planted. When the horn honks, maybe it is a comment on your looks and not your driving.


























