GRIN AND BEAR IT

GRIN AND BEAR IT

Look, we get it. Really, we do. The world is truly an uncertain, unfair place that seems to be steadily unraveling in a different area, region or person every single day before our very eyes and ears. Friends, family, and lovers come and go indefinitely or not at all. Checks bounce, credit cards decline, and some a-hole steals our wallet or hacks into our bank accounts. We go hungry, we get evicted, we get sick and we can't afford to get better. We'll never have children or a decent mate to provide them; all we really want is a sip of clean water and our wells have run bone dry. Speaking of bones--they break, which costs us a job and keeps us banned from our beloved hobbies. Clients are lost, along with keys when you must get inside; as are irreplaceable momentos, photos, and the mate to a lucky pair of socks. Jobs, cars, loved ones, homes, dollars, bikes, keepsakes, health, freedom--are all taken from us and there's no possibility of getting them back. Ever. 

Life: She can be a real bitch. She can be nasty; she can successfully make you suffer, and she doesn't care who you are, where, how, or from whom you were born. 

Then there's the beautiful thing about life: There will always be a second chance to give it all one more shot. If you can just make it another day. 

On this Friday, March 20th, marks the first initial day of Spring. Ironic how comedic-Mother Nature plans to dump about four or so inches of snow on us, North Easterners, later this afternoon and evening. Just when our heavy winter coats and boots had almost claimed their space in storage, out again they come for at least one more hurrah. Oh well. It could always be worse, right? Yes, always. The climbing mounds of frozen stuff NYC accumulated over the course of this year's winter has had time to melt away and thankfully so has the filth that was trapped beneath it. So, a little dusting of the white stuff really isn't a big deal. After all, sick to death of it or not, snow is undeniably pretty when it freshly falls. Whatever sticks will be gone by the weekend, and sweltering, sandy beach days are finally closer than ever. We are prompting you with all of this because this day also marks another significant and noteworthy institution. International Day of Happiness is a reminder that we all deserve it, and it's worth fighting for, at least for a brief moment. There is something, at least one tiny thing that makes each of us smile. We're not therapists nor your ruler, but we will take this chance to suggest you find that one piece of joy significant to you personally, and surround yourself with it on this particular day. Whether or not we feel the smallest inkling of happiness is solely up to us, and no one else. Dance, eat, sleep, kick, bounce, peddle, strum, paint, kiss, wink, read, smell, play, dream, and just have a laugh. Whatever it is that brings out the toothy smiles, seek it out. Tomorrow you can go back to being a massive grump.