Something Good

Without a lot of people to talk to I suppose I’m just left talking to myself. I’m a pretty good conversationalist, but oftentimes what I’m going to say is usually fairly predictable. It’s the close of another October afternoon and there’s not a cloud in the sky. The youngins across the road, in the fancy brick house with the big wooden fence, are putting on a show. Screaming and yelling at one another, while their mother and apparently their father (?), are bringing up the chorus.

A close relative of mine mentioned over the weekend they have another grandbaby on the way. This will be their daughter’s fourth child and they’re worry about how she can afford another little one. I stay closed month on that subject considering we had four “door step” kids ourselves. But I definitely understand her dilemma rather she does now or not. But life’s full of seemingly boring choices. With consequences that don’t seem like much at first, but can turn into some major shit shows before it’s all said and done. I get to wrestle with these kinds of choices everyday. But somehow I get a little lucky sometimes and eventually something good comes out of it.
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There are those of us that fret over every decision, every move. And in the long run, we usually end up regretting our choices either way. But just like those little ones across the way, screaming in crescendo, while their daddy’s growling and chasing them across the yard. We have to have faith that whatever choices we’ve made, are the choices we can live with. Attitude and a healthy perspective are important when dealing with the things life hands us. Fair or unfair, they are the things that will either save us or take us down.