Crazy Aunt Purl: the sanest woman around

I really hate worrying about things I can’t control, and as a general rule I don’t.  So it’s not surprising that I find the following incredibly sane:

The economy doesn’t call me each day to see how I feel about it. If I choose to think about something else, like green beans and herb gardening and vacuuming the house, the economy doesn’t get worse. It doesn’t get better either, in fact I have no control at all over any of this! All I can control is how I choose to see this whole thing. So I am choosing to opt out of all of it. Whatever’s going to happen is going to happen whether I freak out or not.

Truer words were never spoken.


  1. . . . and this from a woman covered in cat hair. Having chosen the same thought path (mostly), I find it difficult to deflect those intent on conversationally rending their garments and keening in despair. Perhaps it is a necessary catharsis for them. I prefer contemplating baby daffodils, the scent of narcissus and a red amaryllis waving a cheery “halloo” from the dining room window on a frigid day. Life goes on (whether we notice or not.)

  2. Yes! I also loved that entry so much. So much I had to send her an email, since her comments are off.

    Also: sudden discovery, for some reason Google wasn’t catching your feed. Or something. I had no idea you’d been so chatty. Fixed now.