Perspective

Sometimes I feel bad about myself and my life. Then I watch Intervention.

(Or more appropriately, my husband watches Intervention while I'm in the room.)

That usually solves the problem.

Here's my new daily affirmation: At least I'm not a former Olympic athlete sitting in the back of a 1980-something Volvo shooting meth into my arm while my parents tell me if I'd just give up being gay and find God that my life would be peaches and parakeets.