No one handles defeat well, especially me.  Yet somehow I feel defeated every day. It doesn’t take much. I try to take pleasure in the small, seemingly insignificant things. I notice and appreciate every small victory.
…a good parking spot
…a great writing pen
…a good book
…getting to change into my pajamas at the end of a long day
…favorite socks
…music
…art that ellicits the correct response
…words that move me
…birds singing
…people smiling even though I have no idea what they are smiling about
…sunsets so beautiful they are art painted by God’s own hand
On good days, I search out things that make me smile. On bad days, I drink in all that makes me sad. Wish I could quit drinking!