All I need. A consolation prize.

Used to be. That I was disappointed. On a daily basis. With me. With other people. With events.  Yes, I had high expectations. About virtually everything. Now I take stuff more routinely.. No sense in being disappointed. Especially in things beyond my control. Better to get on with life.  Focusing on whatever it is that makes me happy.  Sure beats becoming disgruntled and unhappy. If something goes wrong.  I try to make it right. And usually, that works. But if it doesn’t. I recognize that not everything  can be fixed.  But at least I made the effort. That’s all I need. A consolation prize. --Jim Broede