“Things will get better soon,” my husband whispers soothingly to me after each disaster, and I want to shake him and say, “Really?! You still believe that? Cuz I’m pretty sure you’ve just jinxed us again, and whatever you thought was about to go right is going to go horribly wrong now.” It’s my terrible pessimistic nature that makes me think so, I know. It has become, for me, a self-fulfilling prophecy of just the opposite. Oh, I know, we’ve survived a lot over the last few years–’survived’ being the key word here–and what I should be is grateful, thankful, amazed at how well we’re doing, how fortunate we are to have loving family and friends, and how lucky we are to have so much and suffer so little.
I know that’s what I should think…