Good/pain

Eating shrimp with melted butter and minced garlic is good.
Eating spicy green olives and cheddar cheese slices is good.
Having company is good.
Having a completely rearranged bedroom with open floor space is very good.

A feeling of dread, worry, and abstract wrongness is not good. I feel like the universe is about to smack me for something I didn't even do -- yet.

Good/pain

Eating shrimp with melted butter and minced garlic is good.
Eating spicy green olives and cheddar cheese slices is good.
Having company is good.
Having a completely rearranged bedroom with open floor space is very good.

A feeling of dread, worry, and abstract wrongness is not good. I feel like the universe is about to smack me for something I didn't even do -- yet.

Good/pain

Eating shrimp with melted butter and minced garlic is good.
Eating spicy green olives and cheddar cheese slices is good.
Having company is good.
Having a completely rearranged bedroom with open floor space is very good.

A feeling of dread, worry, and abstract wrongness is not good. I feel like the universe is about to smack me for something I didn't even do -- yet.

"It's all good"

http://www.sinfest.net/archive_page.php?comicID=50

This is a phrase Adam uses often. He was the first person I heard it from. Interestingly enough, the man who first told the phrase to him was a man bleeding nearly to death from a car accident: Adam was twenty, and he was driving, with his friend Joey in the passenger seat. Joey was sleeping, and had somehow managed to unbuckle his seat belt. Adam isn't sure how it happened -- either hypoglycemic shock or a first and only grand mal seizure -- but he lost consciousness. The station wagon spun out of control, rode up the side of a parked GMC Jimmy truck, flipped over in the air several times, and landed right side up on the street. Joey had tumbled through the windshield, breaking it, and then rolled back in again. Adam regained consciousness, and looked over at Joey, who was bleeding heavily and in and out of consciousness. The first thing Joey said was, "It's all good." Adam wrestled off his seat belt and crawled out of his window and struggled to open the passenger side door. He bent the entire door in an L shape, and his friend was starting to panic, and adrenaline and shock were sinking in. When a policewoman arrived to help, Adam had the twisted door handle broken off the car, clutched in his hand. Joey survived. He had been wearing a bone collar that had been the one thing that had saved him from decapitation. Later, Joey "adopted" Adam into his Cherokee tribe as his brother. The paperwork was filled out and signed, and Adam has officially been an adopted Cherokee for about ten years. Adam doesn't mention it that often. He hasn't spoken to Joey in years.
The point, however, was that in the midst of it all, after the terror and confusion and pain, they were alive. It was all good. It would be all right. Nothing mattered except being alive.
Every time I have a bad day, or I am feeling upset; or worried that I have done something wrong, offended someone unintentionally; if things just are not happening the way I thought they would... I think about those three words.

That is all.

"It's all good"

http://www.sinfest.net/archive_page.php?comicID=50

This is a phrase Adam uses often. He was the first person I heard it from. Interestingly enough, the man who first told the phrase to him was a man bleeding nearly to death from a car accident: Adam was twenty, and he was driving, with his friend Joey in the passenger seat. Joey was sleeping, and had somehow managed to unbuckle his seat belt. Adam isn't sure how it happened -- either hypoglycemic shock or a first and only grand mal seizure -- but he lost consciousness. The station wagon spun out of control, rode up the side of a parked GMC Jimmy truck, flipped over in the air several times, and landed right side up on the street. Joey had tumbled through the windshield, breaking it, and then rolled back in again. Adam regained consciousness, and looked over at Joey, who was bleeding heavily and in and out of consciousness. The first thing Joey said was, "It's all good." Adam wrestled off his seat belt and crawled out of his window and struggled to open the passenger side door. He bent the entire door in an L shape, and his friend was starting to panic, and adrenaline and shock were sinking in. When a policewoman arrived to help, Adam had the twisted door handle broken off the car, clutched in his hand. Joey survived. He had been wearing a bone collar that had been the one thing that had saved him from decapitation. Later, Joey "adopted" Adam into his Cherokee tribe as his brother. The paperwork was filled out and signed, and Adam has officially been an adopted Cherokee for about ten years. Adam doesn't mention it that often. He hasn't spoken to Joey in years.
The point, however, was that in the midst of it all, after the terror and confusion and pain, they were alive. It was all good. It would be all right. Nothing mattered except being alive.
Every time I have a bad day, or I am feeling upset; or worried that I have done something wrong, offended someone unintentionally; if things just are not happening the way I thought they would... I think about those three words.

That is all.

"It's all good"

http://www.sinfest.net/archive_page.php?comicID=50

This is a phrase Adam uses often. He was the first person I heard it from. Interestingly enough, the man who first told the phrase to him was a man bleeding nearly to death from a car accident: Adam was twenty, and he was driving, with his friend Joey in the passenger seat. Joey was sleeping, and had somehow managed to unbuckle his seat belt. Adam isn't sure how it happened -- either hypoglycemic shock or a first and only grand mal seizure -- but he lost consciousness. The station wagon spun out of control, rode up the side of a parked GMC Jimmy truck, flipped over in the air several times, and landed right side up on the street. Joey had tumbled through the windshield, breaking it, and then rolled back in again. Adam regained consciousness, and looked over at Joey, who was bleeding heavily and in and out of consciousness. The first thing Joey said was, "It's all good." Adam wrestled off his seat belt and crawled out of his window and struggled to open the passenger side door. He bent the entire door in an L shape, and his friend was starting to panic, and adrenaline and shock were sinking in. When a policewoman arrived to help, Adam had the twisted door handle broken off the car, clutched in his hand. Joey survived. He had been wearing a bone collar that had been the one thing that had saved him from decapitation. Later, Joey "adopted" Adam into his Cherokee tribe as his brother. The paperwork was filled out and signed, and Adam has officially been an adopted Cherokee for about ten years. Adam doesn't mention it that often. He hasn't spoken to Joey in years.
The point, however, was that in the midst of it all, after the terror and confusion and pain, they were alive. It was all good. It would be all right. Nothing mattered except being alive.
Every time I have a bad day, or I am feeling upset; or worried that I have done something wrong, offended someone unintentionally; if things just are not happening the way I thought they would... I think about those three words.

That is all.