When I was a young, I somehow acquired a day calendar. Each page was an individual day with an image from a Disney cartoon and a quote. I remember loving those beautiful color images and the quotes. So many of them I saved and placed in my journals.

But there was one that stopped me in my tracks.

One that I remember to this day while all the others have faded to a pretty, colorful blur.

The image was a simple black-and-white drawing of Eeyore and Winnie the Pooh.

The quote:

“Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning,” he said. “Which I doubt,” said he.

“Why, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.”

“Can’t all what?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose.

“Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.”


A lifetime so perfectly summed up in a few sentences.

“Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.”


Twenty-eight years later, I still hate the “nothing” even though I know it better than anything else that has passed through my life.

I still hate that I am part of the “some,” though I’ve come to accept it.

And those that don’t understand the “nothing” will never be able to accept “That’s all there is to it.”

At least, that’s been my experience.


When I’m losing the battle, I remind myself:

One lost battle is not the war.

Survive tonight so you can live tomorrow.

Don’t feed the darkness.

Chicks dig scars.

And your characters will wait for you on the other side.


So if you don’t hear from me for a bit, you’ll know that the nothing has me. Maybe someday I’ll write the words that define the nothing and the some, but not tonight.

Just know that I’ll be back eventually … with fun character in tow.