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"There&amp;#039;s dishes piling up the sink, a canceled night out with Rex, and I&amp;#039;ve got zero clue what I&amp;#039;ll make for dinner. There&amp;#039;s also the matter of the taxes that I did not prepare adequately for, making my next year&amp;#039;s profit go directly back to Uncle Sam. Adding insult to injury, my personal bank account reads $47.50 - a far cry from the thousand dollar nest egg I vowed to maintain. I haven&amp;#039;t showered in twenty four hours. My car smells faintly like the El Pollo Loco dinner my son upchucked last night. My mother is propped up in bed with a broken arm, contemplating never driving again due physical limitations and all the fears that come with getting older. I should feel anxious and uneasy. And last month, I was. But today? I&amp;#039;m oddly relaxed. Part of this has to do with my growing faith. I am realizing that I cannot find peace solely through another person, be it a husband, kids or any relationship. Support, warmth and joy? Absolutely. But it wasn&amp;#039;t until recently that I&amp;#039;m working toward accepting that, at the end of the day, only I can define how I feel about the stark realities of life. A belief in God has really calmed my soul. I credit my growing faith to days like today, when it&amp;#039;s worth noting that there&amp;#039;s an inkling of a purpose to this crazy life. The sun is shining. There&amp;#039;s a breeze tickling my neck, practically screaming, &amp;quot;Sit on the rocking chair and finish that novel!&amp;quot; So I did. And for the first time in a while, I can&amp;#039;t wait to start another one. The kids are busy making tents out of the freshly washed sheets. Rex is chatting with neighbor Joe about the economy, work, and the three unfinished car projects Joe has lining his driveway. From my window I can see workers installing a new roof across the street. And, despite warnings to the children to, &amp;quot;Stay outside while I finish working,&amp;quot; little feet keep finding their way into the office, planting kisses on my shoulders and inquiring about a neighbor&amp;#039;s dog who has decided that our lawn was indeed the best place to expel his lunch. Cheesey as this might sound, I am lucky to be an American. I am blessed to go through my ups and downs with a family that loves me. With friends that take me into their home every Friday night, ply me with wine, and let my children carouse with theirs on a homemade backyard pirate ship, later landing in front of the Wii play station which, as sure as the day is long, my kids will beg to get for our house. Bottom line, I am really working on seeing the positive side of life rather than the negative. This means that my sex life is about to get happier this evening. Which means we&amp;#039;ll see some naked bottom lines for a nice change around here. Happy hump day! (Literally.) "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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