I choose to focus on the blessings in my life.

On a frightening week the frightening thing takes the whole picture by default, and nobody chose that either. A friend of mine counts on her fingers on the walk to the bus. Hot shower. The dog waiting. Her sister's text. Four things, thirty seconds, done before she reaches the stop.

It cancels nothing she is worried about. It only stops the worry being the sole tenant of her head. Choosing here isn't pretending — it's deciding what else gets a share of the room.