Friday, January 22, 2010


We pick ourselves back up off the floor, and head back out for another day of work, come what may in the future.

Because there is simply no other choice.

I used to say, during hard times, that at least I could take the small comforts of life: a nice cup of tea, a slice of pie at a coffee shop or old-style diner, going to the craft store for a half-hour or so. I have to try to turn back to those things and milk as much happiness as I can out of them, and try not to imagine whatever impending changes there may be hanging over my head.

I continue to soldier on because it's all I know how to do.

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