There’s a glimpse of sunshine. Perhaps two.
Here we go again. Dare to hope or hunker down and wait for the punch that’s always turned up so far.
Every time it’s improved, it’s turned around and slapped us.
It’s beyond us. Out of our control.
Life just keeps on happening to us.
Every time it felt like we can’t carry on, there’s been hope. Something has come along and lifted our spirits. A new fact. Uncovering a way of looking at the problem, which gives pause for thought. Get’s the medics thinking again. Trying something new. Adjusting the balance.
Whatever comes along, we’re up to it.
We have to be.
No. It’s more than that.
We choose to be.
External Locus of Control vs. Internal Locus of Control
I’ve made my choice.