Half the stuff that happens to you is good, and half is crap. Paco thinks the situation is worse: he thinks that more than 85% of it is negative. He may be right.
But regardless of who’s right, it’s still possible to have a good (even great) life. This is because we have control over how we react to anything that happens to us, even if we have no control over what happens.
Yesterday was an absolutely terrible day for me. My dog Maggie was attacked on this property by three dogs. I had nothing to do with it. She was not misbehaving; she was where she belonged. It happened to us.
All night long I slept with one eye opened to make sure Maggie was alright, not in crisis. All night long I slept with the knowledge that this, too, has something positive to teach us.
Terrible day, but good outcome. It seems like an appropriate way to start the new year of light.
I hope your new year–the whole year–is a good one.
Years and years ago I was president of my county’s junior mental health association. This was in the heyday of the state mental institutions, when the subsequent closure of hospitals and the “mainstreaming” of mental patients was as unthinkable as the disappearance of consumer rail traffic.
But everything did change. The hospitals were closed and the passenger halls of most cities went dark.
I think the net result was a diminshment of public safety… and I mean this in ways of which mental health is just a part of the whole picture. Are we better off today than we were back in the olden days? I don’t think so. We should be rethinking many “old” solutions.
What this means is that the old labels of liberal and conservative don’t mean anything any more. You can try labeling this blog as liberal or conservative, but regardless of the answer you’d be dead-wrong. It’s not about who visits. It’s my blog and I’ve endeavored to make it hospitable to all.
So please don’t make your comments personal. This is a place where we seek a common ground. This is a place where all can agree, for example, that prisons make poor mental health institutions. It doesn’t take a liberal or conservative to do the math.
We should be talking about what would make us safe rather than things that are sure to divide us.
Sometimes it takes a third person to say something that is true but that no one has said is so. A couple days ago Dana was helping me fill out some forms for disabililty insurance, and she used this phrase: bedridden.
I guess I am, but I had always thought of it as staying on the land and not allowing this stroke from permanently sidelining my plan.
It is funny to think of all the different things people keep trying to impose on me and my rehabilitation. Some people want the Redemption Project to be bigger than me and keep going on (ie., the blog) without me… but I can’t even think about that. Some people want me to check into a nursing home, but this sounds like a big defeat to me, and I won’t even consider it. Even though they’d never admit it, some people want me to be weak and to throw in the towel. Other people practice a form of “tough love” that I think says more about them than me.
It has taken me 3 days to write this post; this is the first Solstice I am going to let things slide. But I believe the spring will see revitalization on many levels.
So don’t give up on me. And thanks to all who are helping me stay at Estrella Vista.