Automated affirmation, Albany, CA.
My Pops always says he’s an optimist mainly because the alternative is so much more unattractive. He’s also always been convinced that it came down to a decision on his part. For decades I fought with him over this: could he really be saying that our outlook could simply be re-routed, that the force of our will could redirect the impact of events, as simply and decisively as a railroad switch? Well, yes: that is what he was saying. And though I think he left out a few helpful substantiating details, more and more I find myself in agreement with him. And not a moment too soon.
Everyday care of my kids has rapidly filled the breach the sudden loss of my job opened up a month ago (step aside, babysitter, Baba’s back in the driver’s seat!). And though this throws a roller skate or two in the path toward my next Right Livelihood, there’s no disputing that children are grounding in a way nothing else is. Per usual, I need them every iota as much as they need me. Match made in mama’s ovaries, and in heaven.
