tough times call for tough people

wacky road

Don’t we all have so much to say about the global financial crisis? I’m feeling it ever since when. I think we all have our own shares of worries. I thought, maybe if I were single, I wouldn’t be this worried. Maybe if I were rich, doesn’t matter if single or not, I wouldn’t be this worried. But who am I to say that when I am neither. Again, I have to remind myself, we all have our own share of troubles and worries.

Companies shutting down, downsizing, reorganizing, or cost cutting. Gas price soaring up.

And that’s beside the fact that my daughter is getting bigger (read: school), my husband and I are not getting any younger (clue: health and job opportunities), and my little family need a place of our own (think: we all have to grow).

Just some of those reasons why I hold on tighter to the blessed strings of bead even more, shed a few tears at night, stare blankly with an intent to ponder, and just think, think, and think.

Don’t we all just want to get this crisis over and done with? But it won’t be easy and short (think : the great depression). I expect it as a long haul, and honestly, I'm still trying to accept it with a strong heart as something beyond my control. You can't really blame me for saying that. We don't have anything more we can rely on aside from what we probably have already used up.

We can only count on ourselves by making the right choices, all the time, coupled with all the right attitude and perspective.

It was tough writing the last line. How much more when done? Help me God.