|DOWN HOME with Granny B|
That is not always the case with me.
But I'm slowly learning a few morsels of joyful living.
Whenever I notice myself dealing with the same issue over and over again I like to reread this favorite story of mine.
Problem is I can't remember who wrote this. It wasn't me, but I sure like it.
AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN 5 CHAPTERS
I walk down a street. There's a huge hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. It's not my fault. It takes forever to get out.
I walk down the same street. There is a huge hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in, again. I cannot believe that I'm in this same hole! But it's still not my fault. It takes a long time to get out.
I walk down the same street. There is a huge hole in the sidewalk. I see it. I fall in - it's a habit! - but my eyes are open. I know where I am. I admit it's my fault. I get out immediately.
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk AROUND IT.
I walk down a DIFFERENT STREET.