Friday, January 21, 2011
I refuse to hate my life!
A friend told me yesterday that his sister, alone at a bar, sent him a text, stating "I hate my life." She's a twice-divorced mother of two waiting impatiently for prince charming to sweep her off her tired feet and relieve her of her misery. I have some struggles myself, worrying about selling my house in a rotten market, finding a new, suitable house for myself and my children that I can afford, and developing a career path that I will enjoy and that will net me a reasonable income. So far, my diligent efforts have resulted in frustration. I have had neurotic visions of my future as a bitter woman in deep depression, scrambling to make every end meet. But then I realize I must compose myself. If I allow my circumstances to dictate my emotions, I have lost the battle and the war.