I was walking in Bali, and saw a bunch of people in a clearing having a ball because somebody they really liked had just died, and I realized that everything was just how you decided to think about it. Sometimes people let the same problems make them miserable for years when they should just say so what. That’s one of my favorite things to say. So what.
My mother didn’t love me. So what.
My husband won’t ball me. So what.
I don’t know how I made it through all the years before I learned how to do that trick. It took a long time for me to learn it, but once you do you never forget.
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