A Lesson In Redunancy

Every once in a while everything seems to be going a little too good. This isn't one of those times. But I hear they happen, and I keep holding out for the day that I get to experience the glory of this elusive goodness. For now though, I bask in what can only be described as a good run of bad luck.

Now, let me preface all of this by saying that in general I believe life to be good. I really am a glass half-full sort of girl. I'm relatively healthy, well-loved, and overall a nice person. That being said, even I get tired of pretending that things aren't that bad - cleverly saying it could be worse. Sometimes, it really is as bad as it could be and there's not a damn thing anyone can say to make it better. That's part of life. You gotta take the bad with the good.

Lately though, even for this shining example of optimism, the bad is far outweighing the good. I don't know if it's karmic restitution or simply a series of unfortunate events, but even I have to admit - enough is enough.

Yet even as I'm writing this every fiber in my body is resisting - trying to convince itself that it's ok, and that this too shall pass. But what if it doesn't? I hate to admit that it all might be bad when this might be as good as it gets. I hate to be negative, I don't want to be that girl. So, here's to things getting better, a silver-lining, and kittens and unicorns. After all, it could be worse.

"Stick with the optimists. It's going to be tough enough even if they're right."

-James Reston