I didn’t mean to come to California To the sun, the sand and the sea It was confronting When the land I had known Was full of rain. I wore my gloom like a badge of honour I defended my case My “no reason to be cheerful” It’s so damn uncomfortable Leaving the familiarity of hopelessness behind, Flipping the switch From defeat to kindness in my mind, Pessimism was all I had known Deep inside But somehow, I sent divers down to where the ocean has no light I had guides that were misfits like me Who knew their way around and weren’t frightened of the deep. My flickering torch gets stronger day by day It’s a white knuckle ride at times But I’m glad I found some courage to help me on my way Sent in by Patricia Ferrari Beahan Bad news: you’re growing and it’s uncomfortable Good news: it’s uncomfortable, but you’re growing.