Yeh, life in triage gets pretty old pretty fast, huh? When I was a young adult and became cognisant that hard choices actually counted as choices, whew, was I disappointed!!!!!

The challenge is to find bits of sweetness in our bitter pills. Then, to focus on them, the goodies, to block out the kakas, and make that a habit.....

At one point, I was soooo overwhelmed by all the things I couldn't do, all the dreams for my life that I had not the mind or body or emotional stamina to pull off......... dang, I was depressed! I felt little and useless. My life was blowing away without me.... I was not a happy camper.

Then one bleak cold dark rainy day I was inspired to make a list of all the things I could do. Everything, from making decent spaghetti sauce on through rescuing hummingbirds, being a good driver, a good friend, etc.. It turned out to be a pretty long list that took many days of contemplation to complete. I had to shift my perspective and give myself credit in ways I had not ever thought of before.

My value is not in making money, or having a 9-5 job, or being married with kids. NOT possible. Eleanor Roosevelt, a wonderful, compassionate First Lady, who took a lot of heat cause she wasn't a looker, said something to the effect that nobody can make you feel crappy about yourself unless you let them....... self esteem. Us'ns have quite an extra challenge
in this department.

I think yer wonderful.