Quityerbitchin!

Pronounced "quit-cher-bitchin" but allfastandruntogetherlikethis.

Call me Pollyanna, but I like to look on the bright side. Look for the silver lining. See the glass as half full. Insert your favorite cliche' here. I find that life is just a whole heck of a lot easier if I keep focusing on the good stuff. Not in a stick your head in the sand kind of way - that usually ends in grabbing your ankles to kiss your butt goodbye when it catches up to you - but in a why be pissed off/upset/mopey and generally just really unpleasant to be around all the time? kind of way. (I know Grammar Police - this post is grammatically atrocious. Deal, you negative nancies!)

My life isn't perfect. Parts of my past could be turned into a Lifetime movie. I have my issues and definitely my moments of self-pity. It just seems like some people don't want to be happy. Ever. If you say it's a sunny day, they bring up melanoma statistics. If something bad happens to you, something worse (and way more dramatic) has happened to them. If life gives them lemons, they don't make lemonade, or even squirt lemon juice in their enemies' eyes - they squirt it in their own eyes so they have something new to complain about!

Me? I'm happy. I have an awesome, imperfectly wonderful life. And that's good enough for me.