My secret morning escape

Yup, this is me after my morning walk with Auggie. The mosquitos are so damn bad that is why I have a tiki lit with citronella. Doesn't work, but between the spray on Off and that, I am making an effort to not get eaten alive. Yes, that is a cigarette hanging out of my hand. Sorry, I just started wearing the patch, but I must confess to enjoying that am smoke with my coffee. I am learning to savor my moments of peace and making the most of them. I even laugh from time to time. I now know that just because someone you love has cancer doesn't mean the world stops. The curtains must be opened to let in the sunshine. In order to spread good cheer, I have to be somewhat happy. In my family, for some reason, my mood has always been the gauge of the rest of the households mood. My family sufferes horribly when I go through PMS, but other than that, I think I do pretty well holding the fort down and being a ray of sunshine even when it is thundering and pouring rain outside the house and inside my soul. I take the best parts of each day and just make the most of them. What else can one do? Bitterness and anger just doesn't suit my disposition. I'm a million different people from one day to the next, so boring is not an applicable word in my life. Lately I believe we all have a mold that is shaped just for us. I can't change the mold but from years of wear and tear it does bend and flex just enough to adapt. That is all I ask.