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Saturday, May 7, 2011

High Strung

How does the saying go? "The best laid plans go to hell in a hand basket," or something like that. You think you know how things are going to go. They don't. C'est la vie, dammit.

A good way of looking at surprise chaos would be to greet it as though it were welcome serendipity. "Why hello, pain in the butt, you're as welcome as a million dollars!" I'm constantly working on my brain in that way, trying to twist the negative into a positive, trying to have a "good attitude." This is probably why I need a massage. I mean always, even right after I've had one.

Taking things in stride is easier some days than others. I don't know why this is, do you? There are times when a medical emergency wouldn't phase me. Sure. I'll just bring reading material. Then there are times when I can't even imagine seeing a good movie if the opportunity arises. I've got my mind set on my best laid plans. No matter if that hand basket is on its way to something heavenly, I can't twist my attitude that far to the plus side.