The last few years have been hard. I keep a good face in public but that is about as far as it goes.I know others who have had it harder, or differently difficult. But it is all relative and personal.
And then on thinking on all this, and the stress of house selling, something just sparks.
Em has a great school and has spent the last two years with teachers who know and care about her, want her to be successful and require her to work hard. She has good friends who are great kids. Friends like I wanted her to have.
I have some friends I dearly love. Some friendships have grown stronger, some have passed by the wayside, all have made my life richer.
I’ve learned a lot technically the last year and more importantly learned how fast I really can learn. I don’t tend to think too much of myself (so much early training that way, don’t you know) but I did manage to impress myself. I’ve also learned more about how *not* to work in the last 6 years than in the previous many.
I can take action to make things better when I need to and I have.
I’m really amazing at getting a house ready for sale.
I feel like those are lucky things. Things I worked for or at, but lucky, good things. Luck and good people along the way .
I guess I can lament and woe is me. I can feel downtrodden and sad and somedays I do. But I’m choosing to look at the good. And I’m hoping my physical self will catch up with this and let me feel that good, not just think about that good.
I look at Em and know I’m lucky. There was never any indication there would be much good to my life, but what’s been built is far far from bad. Meeting James was lucky, because I’d pretty much thrown in the towel at the point we got together. But one more try…
As Coleman Cox said (not Jefferson ) “I’m a great believer in luck, the harder I work, the more luck I have. “