A Little Rambling

I don't care if you are superstitious or not, I don't care how miserable your week was, never tempt fate with the words, "Oh well, it can't really get worse." Murphy will get you! Even after your awful week has ended, you might wake up on your new day of optimism with a throat so swollen you cannot produce sound the week before your voice recital. Things can always get worse. You're welcome for that cheery bit of optimism. Note to the universe: you may hate me, but God is bigger than you and He loves me. Romans 8:28-31 .

Breathing seems overrated...until you can't. You never think about how (sniff) wonderful it is to never think about breathing until it's all (snifff) you can focus on because it's so difficult. I love my (sniff) friends and my students, and I (sniff) love when they share things with me - cupcakes, hugs, stuff like that - but I do NOT like when they share their (snifffffff) germs ! Blech. Anyhoo, most of the things I don't leave without will be mentioned in a later post - something about the contents of my purse. So it would probably be safe to answer "my purse," but that's sooo generic. And not always true! Usually, but not always. I don't leave my house without hope. I'm an optimist by nature - I love to find silver linings and infect others with my (sometimes obnoxious) bubbly joy. Thus, even on days when I feel down and miserable, or lonely, or grumpy, and especially on days when I'm already in high spirits, I leave my house with hop...