Even if Armageddon Is Knocking

Once upon a time I saw a sign that someone put on their front door:

The Storm Ends Here

Then I forgot about it. It's probably been two or three years since that time that I saw it. Why did I bring it up today? Well I was listening to my Pandora this morning at work, when suddenly a line popped out at me: 

"Armageddon could be knocking at my door, but I ain't gonna answer that's for sure."

 

Connection made? 

I thought it easy enough.

I think that a lot of the time I find myself letting Armageddon weasel it's way into my life. Let's face it, we all just let it in half the time. We can choose what to let into our lives by what attitude we adopt, and what we DECIDE to allow into our days. I want to be happy, don't you?

Is it easy?

Of course not.

But I think that if we decide the storm ends before it hits us, and that we don't open the door to the horrible horrible things out there in life, we will find ourselves happier, if only slightly. We don't ignore the nastiness caking the world, but we learn how to work through it. We have to be "optimistic realists" as my boyfriend puts it.

I know there are those who have clinical depression, who can't completely control the creeping sadness, but that is why we need to be there for them and help protect them from the storm that is beating down their doors.

Can we do that?

I want to.

Time to get to work. 

That barricade against that ooey gooey nastiness won't build itself!

 -gracie