A good friend recently told me that I am forever the optimist. It was a lovely compliment...and I think that more often than not it's true. But I will have a day like today...when the gray skies and the rain seem to go on forever; when the newspaper headlines scream out at me about joblessness and the continuing decline of the economy; when I feel overwhelmed at work and aching for a vacation that I just can't take....and I can feel my optimism tugging to be let go. And while it would be easier to let it float away, carried off by these forces that are out of my control, I instead I dig in my heels and hold on...
I hold on by seeing something beautiful each day.
I hold on by warming myself with thoughts of the amazing friends and family I have in my life.
I hold on by creating every day...by writing, by falling in love with photography.
And I hold on with the love of one great dog....a dog who reminds me, with her capacity for joy, what a wonderful and magical world I live in.
And those are things that the rain can't wash away, that the media can't twist around with fear, that the sinking dollar can't drag down, that a heavy workload can't bury. Those are the things that lift me up...everyday.
A Melancholy Scent
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