What is better?

What is better?
Ya mean what is better than before?
Yeah, what is better now? There are a sh*tload of things that are crummy right now but what is better?
...and state it in a way that doesn't allude to the negative.
Whaddya mean?
Well, don't say "I feel better because no one is calling me down every day"
Just say the positive part: "I feel better about myself"
Oh yeah, Ok.

My head is clear about what I owe, what money is coming in, and when things come due. I am very much on-track with all of my financial business.

If I need to clarify something with the bank or ICBC, or anyone else, I call them myself and feel competant in my way of asking.

I have friends that care about how I am doing and I am involved in social things with them.

I accept myself as I am. I acknowledge my own mistakes in a motherly way toward myself....if that makes sense.

There is someone who wipes away my tears and "hears" me.

I laugh loudly and often.

I believe that I make good decisions.

I believe I am great at organizing children's picnics, campfires, and storytimes.

I believe I am a loving daughter, mother, aunt, friend, neice, and sister, and that I am appreciated.

My house is organized. ...and re-framed ; )

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I see that I am going from one blessing to the next and not one crisis to the next.

Yes. Living is indeed better now. Amen.

My week.

Limbo: More than just a game for drinkers!

Yes, blessed/cursed Limbo - That place where hopeful fools reside.

That place where I behave like a pigeon eager for crumbs. Anything will do really,

a kind word,

a good meal,

mail that isn't a bill,

e-mail from strangers,

a smidgeon of good news from a lawyer,

the mere possibility of a mediocre tax refund,

an arse from work being "away" for a few days after he assists me in humiliating myself publicly.

finding out the car accident will only cost $300 and not tens of thousands.

Pathetic-Anything.

I will take anything because I am the hopeful fool residing in Limbo.
Not boldly in love....but loved.
Not out of work....but out of money.

I'm sick and tired of being ON THE VERGE OF SOMETHING GOOD.

Oooooo geeeeeee this could be really good!

Enough already.....I have been wondering for days how it would feel to write this whiny whiny blog.

It didn't clear me out like I'd hoped. Hah hah "hoped"

yeah.


Actually life is beautiful.

Little joys (yes Mosey;) )"ljs"

like:
My son looking at me with his cherubin face this evening and saying sweetly "Thanks Mum" for the tiny cup cakes I bought for him & his friend to share tommorrow.

The gorgeous inter-play of yellow, white, and purple crocuses in my garden even though I didn't give it any TLC what-so-ever.

I'll wait,
and I'll wait, for tommorrow's sunshine because

I
KNOW
its
warmth.