Optimism Is A Cure For

I Remember My Son Wanted To Go To Bed With His Cowboy Boots On, And We Had This Fight For Like An Hour. Then I Realized That The Only Good Reason I Had For Him Not To Do It Is Because I Didn't Want Him To. There Was Really No Other Reason. And Finally I Said, "ok, Fine." It Was A Great Victory For Me, Because I Realized It Doesn't Really Matter.

I'm Not A Shill For The Democratic Party.

Life Is Good, And There's No Reason To Think It Won't Be--right Up Until The Moment When Everything Explodes Into A Fireball Of Tiny, Unrecognizable Fragments, Or It All Goes Skidding Sideways, Through The Guardrail, Over The Embankment, And Down The Mountain. This Will Happen (and Probably More Than Once).

I Have Now Is Whenever My Kids Say, "can You Look At This?" Or "can I Ask You Something?" Or "can You Come Here For A Minute?" No Matter What I Am Doing, I Say Yes Instead Of Saying, "just A Sec." They Never Abuse The Privilege, And I Never Once Regretted It. What They Took Me Away To Do Was Never Less Important Than What I Was Doing Already.

When I Started It [non For Profit], I Thought, I'm Not Smart Enough To Do This. I Had No Experience In Management, No Experience In Administration, No Experience In Nonprofit; But Then This Phrase Came Into My Head: I Only Have To Be Smart Enough To Find People Who Are Smarter Than Me; I Only Have To Be Smart Enough To Recognize Who Knows More Than Me.