Yesterday our baby would have been full term.
The women that were pregnant when I was have their wee ones in their arms or are ready to any day now.
I am truly so happy for them.
Life is so precious and fleeting.
I took some special time yesterday for me.
I went and had a long massage and let the tension go.
I cried and let the feelings flow.
A conversation with a stranger made me realize that
I’ve come to terms…
It’s okay for me to mourn my son.
It’s okay for me to be happy too.
“Optimism is an outlook on life such that one maintains a view of the world as a positive place, or one’s personal situation as a positive one. It is the philosophical opposite of pessimism. Optimists generally believe that people and events are inherently good, so that most situations work out in the end for the best.” –from Wikipedia
“Life is Good. Love is Good. God is Love.” –Me (sounding like a Bob Marley song or a T-shirt)
My honey was making fun of me the other day for not being aware of a current event that had evidently been plastered all over the news. “Do you want to be ignorant?” he said while smiling. “In a way, Yes.” I said.
I made the choice several years ago to surround myself only with happy thoughts. (Think Tinkerbell.) How? *Don’t watch the news except for snippets here and there. (I do listen to NPR while driving, and peek at the news on BBC.com or CNN.com once or twice a week. so that I’m not totally ignorant…) *I try to surround myself with all things positive: music, images, people, etc. *Try to see the good in every situation. *Relish every moment.
I DO believe there is more good than bad out there. So, I choose to be ignorant (yet aware) of the dark side. I’m striving to be a better optimist every day.