I laugh and smile more than anything else. My daughter pointed
out to me tonight that the reason she thinks I’m so happy is because compared
to my childhood everything must seem like a great day.
I was sick for 9 years with a horrible disease that had me
practically narcoleptic most days, foggy brained, gaining weight while I was on diets, nightly hot flashes in my 30s, basically not super functional. Yet,
that is still not a bad bunch of years.
My daughter was saying that for most people they talk about
how terrible their diseases were. How they destroyed their lives. For me, those
days were still great when compared to my youth, so I took the whole thing with
a grain of salt. I’m well now so I just look forward.
She had me almost falling out of my chair laughing at how
ludicrous it is that this is how I view my life. If I’m not surrounded by
horrible people then it’s a great day.
I can’t imagine living any other way. I’m just happy to be
where I am and have my funny, kind and loving family. I don’t deal with people
who are mean or unkind because I don’t have to, so it’s great. It’s all a
matter of perspective.
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