Having a Bad Here Day

I’m trying to enjoy the moment I’m in, which, according to “The Power of Now” is how to be happy (I haven’t read the book, which may be part of the problem). Yet I find myself unaccountably irritated today, which irritates me because it’s self-indulgent. I’ve got no excuses; it’s a beautiful day, got a roof over my head and the dog at my side. Maybe it’s the news: people forced to leave their homes because of sectarian violence; a single mother so at the edge of despair that she killed herself and her children. Maybe it’s because I can’t understand why Rosie O’Donnell had to spend her remaining minutes on”The View” bringing up old conspiracy theories about the collapse of Building Seven on 9/11. It’s coming up on six years since my husband was killed but damn if other people don’t have the power to haul me back to that day, another cloudless blue moment just like this one.

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