Thinking

I am beginning to think that what I think is more important than what is.

Now in this time and place that is scary because we have a president who evidently feels the same way and that obviously does not work for him, or us.

But for me and most of the people I run into I think it might. Not on everything of course, but on our perspective of our little slice of the world.

I know people who always feel cold, or hot, but lately I've seen them both all bundled up when they are outside. That might make sense if this were a normal October when the weather trips in around 38 degrees, but we've had days where short sleeves are just fine and people are still in jackets zipped up to their chins. It's Fall. They expect to be cold.

The same is true for other feelings. People who once worked two or three jobs while raising children were always tired. Now the children are grown, they work four days a week and they are still always exhausted. Not exhausted enough to retire, but exhausted enough to continue not doing all the things they never did anyway.

Growing up there were foods I abhorred, or thought I did. Now I love most of them, but if I am eating salad and I think about some Facebook blurb that said they found worms in food, I will gag on the shredded cheese.

Anyway, if thinking it makes it so . . . today I choose to be happy.