I find that I am very good at focusing on the little things, on counting my blessings, or finding the silver lining. But it does not mean that there aren't dark clouds or big, messy problems in my life just the same. Recently, midlife has reared its ugly head, and it feels off and on like I'm in the quicksand of doubt and fear. And it seems like the harder I fight that fear, the faster I sink into it. So sometimes, it helps to just stop and breathe. Or have a good cry. Or reach out for a hand to hold. And a little retail therapy in the shoe department doesn't hurt either.