A Curious Day

This morning I took a look at my blog stats and saw a big jump in readers entering the site through one, specific blog post. And it's an old one. So I pointed and clicked and checked it out.

It was a story of a wonderful happening and it made me smile to remember that incident. It was a very happy time for me and it delighted me for quite a while that it had gotten some attention. But then (you know there's always a "but then" moment in a story like this) I remembered just how badly things had ended up and my feeling that my happiness that day was based on something that didn't really exist.

Here's where the day gets curious. I realized--for the first time in a long time--that my feelings about the bad part were really ambiguous. I felt really good about the happy part and I guess that, FINALLY, I may be letting some of the bad stuff go. And that made me happy.

I know I've said this before but there is enough misery in the world (and I confess--I've been part of some of it) but age and experience have led me to realize that it's far more fun to avoid the misery. And today I did.

I looked it in the face and said "Hey Misery, that was a really happy day and it deserves to be recognized for that and not tainted by your bad breath." And it wasn't half as hard as I thought it would be.

This feeling seems very fragile to me so I'm going to cherish it and nurture it and feed it and hope that it grows up big and strong.

You may be asking yourself "Was that the only curious thing that happened in the Y.O. today?" The answer is a definitive no! That is not the only curious thing that happened in the Y.O. today.

Today (hold your breath) I crocheted.


Curious!

P.S. Gotta love my digital camera. It's much more of a silvery sage green but this pea green was the best I could get.