...all the way back to last October.

I guess I refuse to be discouraged. No matter what happens. I always find something to be happy about. Used to be that I thought everything had to go right. Which was stupid. In other words, I wanted perfection. Smooth sailing all the time. When really all I needed were periods of calm. Opportunity to savor a few moments. Precious moments. Really, all I needed in my life was a little love. Yes, a little love goes a long, long way. Even if I have a bad day, and it ends with a little loving -- well, that sort of makes it an acceptable day. Yes, I've learned to put things in perspective. I think I have put together a string of consecutive joyful days stretching back all the way to last October. --Jim Broede