The

thing is Lucy?

I wake up everyday and I give thanks.

For lots of things.

That I got another day.

That I have decent health and I am not sick.

Family fairly healthy.

On and on and on.

I know my time here is short.

I plan on enjoying it.

As much as I can.

Other people see that and they can't.

Cause they worry.

So they hate.

Mostly about things they got no control over.

No thanks.

Not me.

They could have this peace as well if they wanted it.

Somebody would be blabbing away about some silly nonsense at work some stupid access point or somebody is some group said somebody said blah blah blah...

All the whole while they are talking?

I'm just hearing the wind rush by me, seeing tree canopies, open fields, clear blue skies flying by me...

and I'm like...

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

They just got done telling me about the most important thing in their life and it's just insignificant to me.

Doesn't matter to me in the least.

They just can't believe it.

I'm like, "I'm here, I'm alive, I'm well."

Anything else?

Well?

Go figure :-).

Love you Bambi.