Better Things
I'm not sure what it is about Sundays, but I tend to get a bit reflective on Sunday afternoons. Perhaps it's the preparation for the week ahead. Perhaps it's the goal-setting and planning. Perhaps it's the rare moment to sit back, relax, and unwind after a busy week and weekend. Regardless, it seems like this time - these evening hours on Sundays - are when I find my mind wandering. I've always been a bit of a Pollyanna, but I have to admit that my outlook in the last few weeks has been more positive than it has been in a long, long time. I try to stay positive most of the time, but this transplant business has really lit a fire under my tail. I gotta be honest. I come from a long line of strong women, from "firm up, Mable," "put on your big girl panties," and "keep your chin up." So I guess that tenacity, combined with my natural optimism, makes for a pretty strong "anything can happen" attitude. So natu...