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.
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.
xo
amen.
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.