not the same things, but things just the same

Don't worry about a thing.

I have been paying close attention to my self lately. As in, I am so tempted to feel overwhelmed, the thought does cross my mind. Sometimes I feel a little weepy and like it's just too hard. But it isn't. I'm not. I'm okay.

I watch other people get overwhelmed and think, wow, is that all it takes?

A couple came to speak to our psychology class last week about how it was to give birth to a child with Down's Syndrome in 1971. The mom was so interesting. She talked a lot about the therapy she went through, how her family reacted, how her father behaved, how one uncle still would not talk to or about their son, how it's "Just too much for him, he can't handle it."


And I'm thinking, handle what? How does it hurt his feelings that somebody's baby has different chromosomes? Like, um, he didn't run over your favorite dog in his pickup truck, he hasn't done stole your money, he's not Satan. His body's just a little different.

I keep it very close to my heart that other people are going through things same as me. I am, they are. Maybe not the same things, but things, just the same. I have said at least twice this week, all this stuff I am going through right now may be crappy, but every little thing that has ever happened to me has resulted in doubling or tripling the betterment of me. I get shinier and smoother every little rough spot I go up against.

Did I put this up yet? I think it's funny. It was just an ad for meat in one of those old magazines J's mom saved. Obviously it is not all bad to save old stuff, because look at all the fun I'm having with 2 dozen pairs of ladylike gloves, eleventy hundred hankies and some old magazines from the 40's. So here is the very first one, I'm going to photo-transfer it onto my little canvases and then have some fun with some other designs as well.