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The day after my birthday I fell hard and sadly, I fell forward, not backward as I was trained to do when I was an active skier. I would have preferred a soft landing on my bottom but it didn’t happen.
Tag: <span>Optimism</span>
On my daily search for a good morning laugh, I often instead find a smile that warms my heart and lingers for hours. When it reaches my core it shows in my eyes. “Happy eyes” that’s what my husband calls them. Our eyes, the windows to heart and soul, glow and sparkle when we are touched, moved, or feel love.
I want to tell you this story about the two brothers—small boys—one of them a confirmed pessimist, and the other a thoroughly “blooming optimist.”
The father of these boys had tried in every way possible to equalize the natures of the boys, but with no success at all. So, when Christmas time came around he was very careful to purchase for the pessimistic one everything in the line of toys and outfits that he had at any time expressed a wish for. In the stocking of the optimistic youngster, he put only a dried out horse-apple.
I have learned a lot about myself during the quarantine. I don’t need much to be happy. Strip me of my $7 coffee or tea, take the take-outs away, and I am still comfortable and content. The simpler life suits me just fine. Being at home with my husband, cooking every day, cleaning up together -declaring dishwashing part of his Physical Therapy, because he is still not allowed to lift anything that’s no heavier than a coffee cup.
In an editorial, SPIEGEL ONLINE’s Washington correspondent Roland Nelles describes how a European views the United States in the age of Trump. Is there still hope, after all?
The other night I made an Austrian stir fry. I cut the meat off the bone, sliced it thin and prepared the dish the way I always do. Later on when we were eating my husband found a piece of bone on his plate.
“It always ends up on my plate,” he said and shook his head; I couldn’t help but smile.Â
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
I think that’s one of the prompts where I am supposed to say, “No, I don’t mope -never,” and it would be such a lie, because I do and I am good at it. Not just good, I need it and there is nothing wrong with it -at least not in my books.Â
I haven’t’ felt much excitement about the new year. 2016 was a pretty crappy year, may the new one not be as bad, please. That was my silent plea. I never make New Year resolutions, but surprisingly have one for the upcoming year. “Stay calm and don’t give up hope.”Â
This is not the first election in my lifetime that didn’t end the way I wished for, but it is the first election that left me feeling scared.Â