I’m in bed with my laptop. The girls are both asleep next to me, snoring and hogging the blankets. I think I am going to get to sleep for something like 8 whole hours, and even though I am going to bed with a couple of dishes in the sink and a living room that looks like, well, maybe a mix between Lord of the Flies and Toys R Us, I totally do not care because I am So Very Tired that sleep sounds better than Christmas.
Things are better. I should say that I am better. My attitude is better. Nothing’s really changed, but I’m looking at it all with a more relaxed and forgiving pair of eyeballs. Because, really, all that stress wasn’t making it better, but adjusting my response to the hard stuff in my life sure has.
I have always wanted to get one of those big push brooms the custodians use and just push the pile of crap to one side of the room, leaving a gloriously clear pathway for me to walk through without impaling my foot on an evil pointy lego piece.
a messy house is quickly cleaned with either perspective or a flame thrower
People always say you can’t choose how you feel, and I suppose that’s probably true. But what they forget is that we CAN choose how we perceive our circumstances, which is pretty potent stuff.