It occurs to me, as I wake up in a cold, clean house in the country: I’ve been focusing on that which is wrong at present. I should give some time and attention to that which is right. It will do me some good, and I can always come back to that which is wrong later.
That which is right. That witch is right.
My job. My wife. My good friend. My son. My physical health. My Search & Rescue training. My pickup. My stable of bicycles. My favorite hockey and soccer teams. My fava beans in the garden that are withstanding the worst of the winter weather. My skillset. My honor. My goodness.
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