It's time to rejoice, so rejoice already!

I'm leaving for Albany this afternoon on the 4:35 flight.  I can't wait to see my family. It's been over 7 weeks since I left there; I imagine I'll see a big change in baby Hazel.   

Last week my adorable blogger friend and new author, Mandy, of Mandy's Life After 30, started a new blog post with this:

So many wonderful things are happening lately. I'm a bit afraid to talk about them here, scared that I may somehow jinx them from coming true.

I'm feeling the exact same way these days.  My kids are doing well--their band, The Blackwell Sinners, just did a live set on WRPI last Saturday and had a gig on Sunday.

I'm feeling my own creativity coming back, too; I've even started to work on my next book (thanks to a few of you who gave me the nudge I needed) and I've done three sets of comedy in the past couple of weeks.  My job situation is awesome; I love working from home (and how lucky I am that "home" is Las Vegas) and my boss and co-workers are a freakin' blast.  I can't wait to see them tomorrow when I'm back to raising hell in the cube farm.  And on top of all that, I am so jump-on-Oprah's couch in love, it's almost too much to bear. 

But isn't it nutty that we're almost afraid to acknowledge our happiness when things are going our way, for fear that we'll jinx ourselves, as Mandy said?  That's insane.  Life has its ups and downs; there's a natural ebb and flow to the universe.  How crazy are we to refrain from basking in the joy of the good times because we're afraid our celebration will trigger the onset of a pile of shit dropping into our lives?

Last week I had a mammogram.  I swear, I was going mental thinking wouldn't it just figure that right now when life is so awesome that it would come back with a problem?  Yep, breast cancer (which can suck you know what) is on both sides of my family and every time I turn around another friend or acquaintance is putting up the cancer fight so wouldn't it just figure the C word would tap me on the shoulder right when I'm at the top of the ferris wheel? And during a time when I'm actually kind of at peace with my hair?

Thank God the mammo came back fine, but seriously, I was driving myself insane. 

Let's not do this to ourselves, huh?  Let's just rejoice when times are good.  So go rejoice!