Now and then it's good to remind yourself that no matter how bad things are, they could always be worse. Now, I don't mean that we should embrace pessimism, just that there are things that we should be grateful for. Mostly.
- Instead of being unmarried and childless at 32, I could have eight kids (!!!#%@!!!) and be getting a divorce. He's only a little over a week older than me, and I find that mind-blowing.
- Sure, it's been rainy here for most of the spring and summer, but at least we're not suffering a drought or worrying about wildfires.
- Summer has been cooler than normal, but it also hasn't been very humid. That means I worry about asthma symptoms less than usual.
- No one can afford to vacation, so the odds of any one of us dying in a plane crash are lower than normal.
- And none of us are rich and famous, it's true, but when we die, we're not going to be the subject of public scrutiny. Unless we die in a spectacularly unusual way. I fear I'll be killed by a senile driver, and that sort of death is a dime a dozen, so no worries.
- Speaking of being rich, we're not, so we don't have to worry about the Democrats planning to tax us for the never-to-materialize health care scheme.
See? There are all sorts of silver linings
"She's the voice in your head that says 'stay in bed' and she tells you that you're weak. You don't need her critique/she's not worried now because she knows you'll back down. Why do you keep her around?" - The Ropes, Kill Her Off