I can be a lemon, too.

I was finally struck with the realization that at times I am the lemon souring my life. More specifically, it's my poor attitude, juicy with self-pity,  that needs to be transformed into lemonade. The other night I was watching an old Werner Herzog documentary about the Mezquitos in Nicaragua during the war in the 1980's. Immediately I saw through the lens of the real suffering of real victims by the injustice of a bad war that I am so, so fortunate. My address is Easy Street and I am not lacking for the necessities of life. But, I also have the luxury of a worry-free life and the blessing of excellent health. I feel like "the 1%" when I compare myself to the victims of the Sandinistas and to the peoples who are suffering today from injustice, violence, hunger, poverty, addictions, and pestilence. It's so easy to lose sight of what I have in our "land of plenty" and "land of opportunity", imperfect as it is for there are many who suffer here, too. But, taking it all into account, the Universe is taking excellent care of me. But... without lemons there's be no lemonade. Think about that...