I used to break open amoxicillin capsules and put the contents in vanilla pudding. I had trouble taking the four huge horse pills before dental appointments.

That was before the American Heart Association changed standards for people with mild forms of heart disease. A few times the residue touched my tongue and tasted rancid. Yet I was made to take it because, after all, it was a good thing. The medicine protected my heart.  

Being a journalist has its ups and downs. The deadlines are stressful, finding content on a slow news week is a killer, and making errors stinks. 

But the career also has spontaneity, excitement and interest.

Brian, a former colleague, once told me that when the down times are getting to him, he thinks about the good thing. His words had a profound impact, thus making him one of the good things. I respect former and current colleagues; every single one of them has a unique and intriguing way of looking at life.

I meet interesting people with awesome backgrounds. Sometimes my words make a difference in my little neck of the woods. Other than a few hiccups, I love my profession. This is what I have wanted to do since I was in high school. It is a good thing for me to follow my passion.

I thought about how I could apply "the good thing" rule to other areas of my life. I have people who, on a whim, decide when they want to be in my life. The good thing is I don’t have to let them in; they can hang outside until I’m ready to open the door. If I open the door.

Jealousy and resentment are not good. It leads to bitterness and anger. It wears on the heart and makes it weak. Forty capsules of amoxicillin would be no match to protect the valuable organ. Nor would sugar coating it with vanilla pudding.

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