My life has been very frightening for at least the past couple of years. I suppose I must be a glass half full person because if I didn't have hope things will go right side up, I'd probably give up. I've been flying by the seat of my pants ever since I took in these grandchildren. That shows hope.
When I was a child, things were not so great at home. I won't detail it here. But I will say I was the most joyful child on any swingset. I was the one singing to the high heavens while I soared skyward, no matter how terrifying things were at home. I just didn't know how bad I really had it. I took life with a gusto. I was given the gift to see and to find the magic in everything under the sun and moon and stars.
While I was a JW, they slowly sapped that hope from me. I am recovering to my old self. And I hope somehow life will get easier for me soon. That hope keeps this bearable. And last night, just going to get ice-cream and taking the pretty route, with good company and music on the radio, it was as wonderful to me as taking a seven day cruise. When you are this poor and on ground this shaky, something as simple as a glass of lemonade can be splendid.
