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Feb. 7th, 2003 06:53 amThirteen below zero this morning, with no significant warmup in sight for at least a week. War seems to be inevitable, decided upon, the only question when and how bad. The economy continues to tank. The governor is going to announce major, painful cuts to local programs and services this morning, and there'll be worse to come (which could certainly include my job). Many people on my LJ friends list seem to be struggling with hard times, hurtful situations, discouragement, gloom.
Times like these, I take a deep breath and draw on one of the few unfailing, unarguable, solid-gold pieces of life wisdom I've gleaned from the past half-century -- everything changes. The pendulum swings, the wheel turns. That which is good shall someday turn to crap, and that which currently seems about as bad as it can get has, by the same token, plenty of opportunities to improve.
Or, you know, not. <g> But I'm not thinking in that direction just now, simply keeping focused on things will change, and at least some of them will probably improve, as I get ready to put on my boots and coat and scarf and mittens and head out into the thirteen below.
Times like these, I take a deep breath and draw on one of the few unfailing, unarguable, solid-gold pieces of life wisdom I've gleaned from the past half-century -- everything changes. The pendulum swings, the wheel turns. That which is good shall someday turn to crap, and that which currently seems about as bad as it can get has, by the same token, plenty of opportunities to improve.
Or, you know, not. <g> But I'm not thinking in that direction just now, simply keeping focused on things will change, and at least some of them will probably improve, as I get ready to put on my boots and coat and scarf and mittens and head out into the thirteen below.