I Wish You Happy

by Kerry Anne King

Let’s do report, shall we? Mostly there’s nothing new, but . . .”

Trueee

Where Monday was all bright light and sharp angles, Wednesday is shaped like an amoeba—an amorphous, gelatinous sort of day full of guilt and inertia.

I’ve got it all written out in a planner that I pull out of my purse. “Haven’t seen one of those in a while,” Cole says. “Yeah, me and electronics aren’t friendly.”

Maybe it’s like the butterfly effect. Just the act of love shifts something in the balance of light against dark.”

“Has it occurred to you that maybe that’s what matters? If everybody was dialed in to caring for small lives, maybe the bigger things would take care of themselves.”

“I am fond of snacks. And presents.

“I love the Internet. Portal to alternate realities.”

The number one thing I would tell you is this. You can’t fix people. You can’t change people. So the trick, if there is one, is to differentiate. Your emotion. Their emotion. Your responsibility. Their responsibility. Oh, you can offer your friendship, your support, even your help. But what somebody does with that is entirely up to them.”

Balance is the quest of a lifetime.”

If you were completely self-centered, you wouldn’t be worrying about being self-centered.”

But whether you believe or not, I think prayer is an act of love, a conscious desire for good. It also helps to create a separate space for what you feel regarding the well-being of others.”

“Animals were always easier for me than people.”

“I wish you happy,”