What a crock of shit.
I mean, c'mon. Bad things happen. I went through a four week period where I had five different flat tires. Did you read that? FIVE FLAT TIRES IN FOUR WEEKS. I'm at the end of a separation before my husband files for divorce in two weeks. My bank account is non-existent. My heart has been trampled, rejected, and shattered. I'm taking anti-depressants. I'm fat. And I got a notice today in the mail that there's an urgent recall notice on a part in my car.
I've come to the realization that not everything will be okay, but that some things will be.
Because there's been good things, too. I've realized that I can make myself happy. That while I don't need a man to be a whole person, it sure is fun to date. That while the sun doesn't come up every morning, the rain is cleansing. My boys giggle and play, and are my best friends. Money isn't important but enjoying the experience of life is.
Not everything will be okay.
But some things will be.
And that sounds good to me.