I’ve been in a >little< funk lately due to a couple of personal issues popping up that have been doing a job on me (mentally) thus impeding the enjoyment of life.
I started thinking about Brian’s song (Life of Brian/Monty Python) about the bright side of life. [Okay, it made me smile–but just a little!] Anyway, while nothing particularly spectacular has happened this morning to make me feel better about coping with life’s little mishaps, nothing too traumatic happened either (yet). So, I thought maybe everyone else who might be having a rough go of things lately might need a dose of concentrating on some of the mishaps that DIDN’T happen today.
I’ll start with my own short list. Feel free to add to it if you’re so inclined.
I wasn’t nailed to a cross or burned at the stake!
I haven’t received a “Fatal System Error” today.
I didn’t poke myself in the eye with a straw, a spoon or a pair of tweezers.
I didn’t drop my bread butter-side down. (Nor did I hop on pop. :))
I didn’t get my arm caught in a wheat thresher.
I don’t have water suck in either of my ears (making that oh-so-annoying slooshy noise).
I didn’t see any little animals squished on the side of the road on the way to work.
I didn’t lose the winning lottery ticket (or lose a dollar playing the lottery), nor did I lose a bundle in the stock market.
I haven’t caught my hair in a revolving door.
I didn’t smash a fly with my bare hands and get fly guts all over them.
None of my cats puked on my pillow while I slept.
Neither of my socks have a hole in them.
There’s no nail stuck in my shoe.
I haven’t done anything that requires a tetanus or penacillin shot.
My cereal didn’t get all soggy.
I didn’t drop my wedding ring down a sink drain.
I didn’t get my toe caught in the bathtub faucet.
I didn’t lose a filling, break a nail or stub anything on the leg of something else.
I didn’t trip over nothing or my own hem and end up looking foolish to friends/co-workers.
My thread didn’t plummet to the bottom of the list. (Make it so?)
That’s a good start I think. Anyone? Anyone?
Cheers,
Peta T.
I haven’t killed my roommate yet.
I get to go have a free lunch at the Cheesecake Factory in a half hour.
I just found out Rush is putting out a new album.
I made up with two dear friends.
I may be having dinner this weekend with two more. (Peta? Phil?)
I get to FINALLY meet ChiefScott and Melin in a week.
Every day before I go to sleep I think of three
good things that happened. Not jumping-up-and-down
happy dance things, just good things. If you can’t
find three good things in one day, you are not
trying.
Yesterday’s list:
My supervisor, who is planning a friend’s wedding,
was gone most of the day.
I got a CD and a video from ebay bids in the mail.
The nice electric company stopped by, and we had
a good chat.
If you do this every day for a year, you have over
1,000 good things!
I’m not having a good month either, so here goes.
My sister is coming to stay for a whole week.
I didn’t scald myself making tea this morning.
My hair doesn’t look like a bird’s nest for once.
I was in a good mood when I woke up.
One one is screaming right now.
Thanks, Peta, this was a good idea
Now If I could get the munchkins to sleep in I’d be all set.
It’s Pollyanna, that’s what it is! Pollyanna always played “the glad game.” Whenever something bad happened, she would find something in it to be glad about. When she was taken in by her mean old aunt, she said, “well, at least she’s not twins!”
Me, I hate my job, but I tell myself, “at least I’m not working in a factory making little straw hats for horses!”
