Over anything.

I refuse to take life too seriously.  Better to be the optimist. Rather than the pessimist. My semi-friend Julie is the eternal pessimist. Little wonder that she's in depression. But worse of all, she steadfastly refuses to get much needed help. Psychotherapy. And maybe an anti-depressant. Anyway, Julie had a fall yesterday. Bumped and cut her head. She's in a hospital. And I see that as a blessing. She's stable. That's the good news. But there may be even better news. They'll keep her in the hospital for a while. Maybe a long while. And give her a physical. And mental testing, too. Maybe a potential disaster will blossom. Into a godsend. Yes, maybe life ain't so bad, after all. Just give it time. No reason to fret. Just let things be. It all works out in the long run. I refuse to go into depression. Over anything. --Jim Broede