No resolutions but this...

I was just chatting with a friend about how we seem to find ourselves surrounded by dysfunction. It's so true! My blog is full of it!!

My thought, relative to New Year's resolutions, isn't to eliminate that dysfunction. Heck, not even Dr. Phil would take this project on, I promise you. No, I think I need to take a different tack and just set some hard limits on how I allow the crazy folk to affect me.

After the past week, spent mostly with relatives, I have enough material at hand to write a best-seller. Horrible truths were revealed about close ancestors and their misdeeds. They range from Jackie Collins type stuff to Jerry Springer material. A lot of pain and sadness was revealed to me for the first time. And the truth has explained so much that has always been a puzzle for me.

The good news is that none of what was revealed has a direct impact on my life, although it certainly has stirred my sympathies. Now I understand why some relatives have acted in certain ways (though I don't think I would have reacted in the same way.)

I've had to step back and look at everyone as characters in a book, and I've seen them write my plot lines.

So there it is, the good news. All this dysfunction has turned out to be an inspiration for me. Maybe some good will come from all these generations of problems. At least maybe Dr. Phil will get some new material so others will know they are not alone in dealing with these problems! At most, it'll make me filthy rich.