Although I'm usually an optimistic little soul, the power of thought can't stop bad things happening. This year has been pretty pants, to be frank. We lost MrAN's Nana, and then a month later, a very close family friend passed away. I lost my job and then we very nearly lost my Mum's partner. Despite applying for lots of jobs, I'm still without paid employment, I have my little preserves business, but that's little more than pin money. I naturally deal well with set backs, I might have an hour or two moping about, but then I put it behind me. Yet still, bad things continue to happen.
I think bad things happen to everyone, just like good things do. The trick is to recognise and appreciate the good things. For instance, this week has been appalling, then I had a phone call this afternoon which might make my little business a bit of money. And I went for a run along a new route today, and found it was so incredibly pretty I had to stop to drink it all in. In a week of bad news and accidents and wotnot, these are good things, to be cherished.