Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.

I’m realizing that every week that goes by that I’m grateful. Even though we’re living in a neighborhood surrounded by psychopaths, I’m also not just talking about the parents but also the children.

Makes me grateful that my husband & I are happy that we know people outside of the box that’s our neighborhood.

Years ago if someone shouted insults at me I’d react now I just don’t care. It says more about the person shouting than me so I rest my case. To be that much of an imbecile is rather sad.

You can either let mean people get to you or just shrug it off. It has taken me years but I just don’t care.