I had a post for today but I couldn’t finish it because my head isn’t working properly right now. Some of this is because my head is always broken. Some is from how bleak the news has been lately and I tend to fixate on that stuff. Some is because we’re supposed to be at a family reunion right now but we’re not because we’re all sick with what I assume is the plague. I was going to post something simple and just go back to bed but I know that the only way I’m coming out of this is to do it the hard way, and that means refocusing on the good.
I don’t know why it’s so hard to do that sometimes. When good things happen we tend to weigh them in a smaller way or compare them to others or to feel guilt for having good things happen because others in the world are suffering. But the good things are what make the world go around. The good things are what give us strength to go on. The good things are what we wish for everyone we love, and for strangers, and for strangers who will one day be people we’ll love. The good things and good people are what make you realize that things are so much better than we think, and that life is both dark and disturbing but also brilliant and amazing. The tiny things add up. We carry the tiny bad things with us because they stick to our skin in painful ways but often we forget the tiny good things. And the giant good things. So today I’m refocusing from the negative and celebrating the things that bring me joy. You do it too. Tell me what you’re proud of today. Tell me what brought you joy recently. Tell me of someone who inspires you. I need that. I think we all do.
I’ll go first:
Hailey snuggled up to me last night while we were watching tv and said that she sort of liked it when we were all sick at the same time because it’s nice to have a reason to watch cartoons together.
Yesterday I got a text from a friend saying “Check your porch” and she’d dropped off chicken soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. I cried a little.
FURIOUSLY HAPPY is being translated into Italian. I am taking over the world.
This is real, y’all. It’s called a sea bunny and it’s really more of a sea slug but I love it so much. There are tiny bunnies hiding in the sea, you guys.
And if there are sea bunnies out there then God knows what else is around the corner. Kittens that never grow up? Puppies that don’t have buttholes? A brownie that makes the plague go away?
The world is full of possibilities.
Your turn. Tell me sometime good.
PS. This is Angel. She’s 18 and is a foster mother to baby kittens. She’s not the person grooming the monkey. She is the monkey.
PPS. Is it weird that I’m a little jealous of this monkey? Someone come brush my hair and bring me kittens too.