A Day For Optimism

I’d like to say that I’m a glass half-full kind of gal. I try to keep myself open for a door that might swing my way and open me up to a whole new world where everyone says please and thank you. I know, stop laughing. I haven’t gone off my rocker, although my rocker is no longer on the porch and has been put away in storage for the winter. We have all been suffering one way or the other these past few months. Luckily, I haven’t lost my house, I have enough food to eat and I’m paying most of my bills. I did lose one of my part-time jobs the other day; but, I might be able to pick up another one in the next few weeks. (See, half-full) Everyone knows that today is the day that all of the changing is supposed to start changing. I changed a lot of things last week. I changed a light bulb in the bathroom. I changed the cat box three times. I changed my mind several times about taking a trip to Vegas. (I wish) These changes are by no means earth shattering to anyone other than me and the cat. I like to have a light on when I use the facility and we both like a clean litter box. I have already started the changing in my life. I’m hopeful and optimistic that the economy will recover, people can stay in their homes, people can afford health insurance and the troops will come home. Change, change, change! But? Don’t the more things change, the more they stay the same? I hope not.