Balance

It's a new day.  Always a new day.

That is the mantra of the eternal optimist or the absolutely desperate. 

I am both.

I am also one of the extraordinarily lucky which may account for the first.

Titles, though, are simply labels.  They don't get me through the tough times, which are just as tough for one person as another even if they react to them differently.  It is really impossible to know what someone else is thinking, or feeling.  Some people are better at hiding their feelings and others need to let them all hang out.

I've always been afraid if I let them all hang out (yes, as much as I reveal on this blog, there is much more) that I will completely lose it.  I need that tight English rein I received from my father to balance out that wild Irish rush I got from my mother. 

I suspect life is always a balancing act.  Or like the song says, "a little bit of this, a little bit of that."  Variety is the spice of life.  It is also the staff.  No matter how good or bad things are, I know something will change.  Usually sooner rather than later.

My job, if I choose to accept it, is to roll with the waves, knowing I can't steamroll water but I can at least float.  And floating keeps me around for the next set of waves.