Being an optimist didn’t come naturally to me, though over the years of practicing gratitude and mindfulness, I have been converted. My initial knee-jerk reaction to things sometimes still finds me in a negative place, presuming the worst. But give me a few moments for my brain to play catch-up to the present, snapping away from the tangled past, and usually I find my way back to the bright side.
This past week, including now, I have been sick. Flat-out, can’t move, can’t think straight, can’t talk sick. This morning I am bitter. Still sick, still no voice, oh and look, the pink eye seems to have returned. Bloody hell over it. So I type this now, trying to find the good in all of it…
Friends I haven’t seen in forever are all going sledding.
I am woman. I go despite feeling horrible.
Useless on Bal’s birthday.
But all he wanted to do was watch football and he got to do that.
I have to drive Kaya to Whistler for ski school and occupy Brennyn for 6 hours while there.
Bal ends up doing it because I’m in the throws of a pessimist episode…
Coughing so much, my abs hurt.
My abs are getting a work out.
Family kicked me out of the living room (because they say I should rest but obviously because they want to be rid of my misery and cooties.)
I cozy up in the spare room to watch Series 3 of Downton Abbey. Yes!
My photo-a-day prompts for January are that much harder when I can’t leave the house.
But do have me getting creative.
The house is a disaster.
I have an excuse, at least, as to why it is so.
It is snowing.
It is snowing.
This so is not working…
Be gone flu, be gone!