A Million Little Pieces

It's so easy for me to escape into sarcasm and sardonic musings. It's a habit I want to break, because I do see beauty in life at times, like the flowers on my kitchen window, Milan's giggles and the peacocks at the Arboretum. It's just that my natural inclination is toward something absolutely nasty, like "A Million Little Pieces." I cannot put it down. I cannot stop mocking everything. I cannot stop judging myself and others. But I'm learning. It's spring, time of renewal after all!