Don't count sheep anymore.

I’m for civility. For being respectful of each other. My gripe about politics. And the world in general. Is the utter lack of civility. Ironic, isn’t it? When I complain about the lack of civility. I’m accused of being divisive. There’s no winning in this game. Maybe the answer is to go live on a desert island. In a remote corner of the world. Another option. Become a monk. And hideaway in a walled monastery. Hey, that sounds like a good idea. I’ll explore the possibility.  But the other monks might complain. About me. Being too divisive. Maybe I can’t escape the divisive world. Maybe that’s the definition of Hell. No escape. But hey, deep down. I remain an optimist. I’ve had two true loves in my life. Dear Jeanne. And now Cristina. Why am I complaining? I’ve got it made. Could be that the rest of you are jealous. Anyway, I fall asleep every night. With peace of mind. Knowing that I’m in love. I don’t count sheep anymore. I count blessings. --Jim Broede