I have a problem.  I’ve never had this problem before.

I don’t have enough problems. 

And the ones I have go away. 

And good things are happening to me every day, all the time.

That’s not the problem.  The problem is, all my friends are still
having problems.  They don’t believe that all I did was change my
attitude, my way of looking at life in general.  And when it
really gets bad, they look at me like I’ve turned into an evangelist.

OK.  I’m going to miss a lot of you.  But “Ain’t It Awful”
was never a fun game for me, it usually meant that everyone was trying
to make ME awful.  I guess I have to move on.  That
hurts.  So my lack of problems has itself become a problem. 

I have enough friends left, even some who sometimes play the old game
but still cheer me on, that I won’t feel totally isolated.  And if
“the other shoe drops”, I will know that we all have setbacks,
and working up the setback will create new symptoms.  I don’t like
symptoms, so I won’t work myself up.

I think I like the new problem better.  It means good things keep happening to me.  I can live with that. 

Hugs,
Me