It’s global and local. It’s Aleppo, Berlin and the person down the street.
How have I been so successful with my “duck and weave,” dancing around to miss the arrow of adversity?
I was lucky to be born where I am. There are no wars going on. There is food to eat and shelter that isn’t being bombed. Is that the luck of the draw? Meant to be? Why me? (Usually we ask that question when the bad stuff happens but it works either way.)
Then I look at who gets struck with a deadly illness or is killed in an accident. I recently heard about the husband of a former co-worker who just went into hospice. You know what that means. No hope. He’s younger than me. Why him? Why anyone?
I’ve had my share of tragedy but it doesn’t measure up to what I see. Even when I wish for things, I have so much to be grateful for.
I am warm, healthy and not hungry, with friends (furry and otherwise) and a beloved husband. For this holiday I will focus on “the happy.”
Whatever you celebrate at this time of year, I wish you the best. I hope you are not cold or hungry. I hope you have friends and family to support you. I hope you can find the happy in your life.