50 cents should clear that right up

I am a worrier, I have chronic worry syndrome. I lay awake at nights worrying about how much I worry. I have medication for it, but I am worried I will become addicted, so I dont take it. I have severe anxiety which I should also be medicated for. I just worry it wont help. Today is an especially worrisome day.

I have tried to work hard my whole life to show people I can be trusted, and also show them I am loyal and dependable. Sometimes all that work, all the pain, sweat, tears, and dedication can go away in mere seconds. Your whole life and career can be thrown down with just a few simple words. The frustrating part? They are not even true.

I have told my kids all my life, I hate liars. I hate people who lie, it hurts and damages things in ways you can not even begin to see. The problem is, I cant even do anything about it, because anything I say will be seen as me trying to make myself look "not guilty".

All this on my sons birthday. I was trying so hard to make a decent day for him. Mom is out of town on this one so it was all up to me. I was on the way home after leaving early to try and clear my head and keep my spirits up for my kids birthday when I passed a small table with two young girls. I drove by, but had a small voice tell me to go back. I love those promptings. I am trying to listen to them more often.

I turned around and found a snow cone stand run by two of the cutest little red head girls I have ever seen. They were saving money for a bike I believe and wanted a whopping .25 for a snow cone. All I had was five dimes....

They politely asked me what flavor I wanted: "Blue, Green or Red?" colors are always flavors, they always have been to me, especially when pertaining to frozen summer treats. Think about it..."what flavor Popsicle do you want?" YELLOW! RED! never banana or cherry.

I ordered my red snow cone and proceeded to eat it on the way home thinking about what had happened to me. Then I got to the good syrupy part at the end. That is the best part. I had worked my way through the ice chunks with no flavor to get to the good part at the end. I smiled and chuckled to myself thinking; ".50, what a good fix to a horrible day"