You know, everything really does work out for a reason. I just have a hard time remembering that sometimes. If my operation hadn’t been delayed, as I mentioned in the previous post, then I wouldn’t be sitting at my boyfriend’s house right now, lazily lounging around, and happily watching ‘Lost’. Hmm, now, which would you choose, if you were me? Getting operated on, or lounging around watching your favorite TV show? Oh my, what a difficult decision… 🙂

    At times I tend to have the memory of a goldfish. I go through difficult experiences, I finally make it to the end, and the grand illuminating conclusion is often, “Everything happens for a reason.” Now if only I could get that profundity to stick, then I’d quit banging my head against the same wall again and again and again. I think I’m going to try and make this one stick; I’m going to go with the flow, I’m going to let things happen as they happen, and just be happy as I go along for the ride.

    So there we are; all is well. Now excuse me while I go back to watching Lost. 🙂 4 8 15 16 23 42… what does it mean?!