Everything Is Bad, But There Are Baby Deer

Not everything can be awful, right? Not everything can be the worst. Anyway, I have just decided that I refuse to let everything be the worst and to succumb to the idea that no, it is, in fact, the worst. I feel a bit guilty about trying to grasp joy, but what choice does any of us have? The baby fawns are back on the mountain where I live. I was driving downhill last week and two of them, and their mom, jumped into the road in front of my car. I stopped in plenty of time and watched them frantically scramble across to the other side. The deer must have been twins, because there was only one doe, and they sure were tiny. They were afraid, and small, and they wobbled as they tried to stay close to their mother while I rolled down the window to take photos. I was so happy to see them. I view them as a good omen. Spotted fawns are symbols of life and safety, and a wild representation of my younger daughter’s birthday this month. Then I immediately felt bad about this flash of joy. There…