Blessings on Blessings
Those who know me know that I am an optimist. Things are always getting better, and things could always be worse. I think I have my parents to thank for that. Even on some of my worst days my parents let me know it's okay to be sad, mad, and upset. It's okay to listen to the sad song, but it's also okay if you don't want to. It's okay to scream into a pillow, punch a punching bag, and just let it out. It's okay to have bad days. It's also okay to remember the good during the bad times. Listen to the sad song and cry for five minutes and then get up, dust yourself off and have a good day. What I love about this perspective, is that what I do and how I feel is up to me, and how I react and how I feel isn't wrong either way. With this freedom and the options my parents have always given me I've learned that I don't like sad. I don't think many of us do honestly. I would rather cry for the five minutes and then get up and...