If there is such a thing as "The Secret", I suppose I'm not very good at it.
Troy and I were feeling very, very beat down yesterday. Depressed. And it happened to be our son Taylor's 21st birthday. (Sorry for the crappy birthday, Tay) But you know...we keep reminding each other, we have love, and we have our health. All the crap that's happened to us is just a huge hassle. My friend Anita lies in a hospital bed fighting for her life. Now that's a problem.
So we keep trudging...through the muck. Literally.
I have no explanation except that life is just a freekin' rollercoaster ride. What can we do but make the best of it? Hands in the air everybody...Here we gooooooo....