Have
you ever woken up on the wrong side of the bed?
You wake up with an attitude, pissed off, and you don’t exactly know
why. You unwillingly get up and get
ready for the day with a chip on your shoulder.
Any encounters with other humans are in the form of eye-rolls, grunts,
or shoulder shrugs. You just can’t shake
it, but you continue on your day.
Well,
I had one of these mornings today. I
woke up with a ‘tude that I just couldn’t shake. I was angry at the world but wasn’t sure
exactly why. I looked something like this:
I have grudgingly learned
these past couple of years that I have the ability to choose how to feel. I could choose happy, or I could choose
pissed off. And today I was choosing
pissed off! So, armed with the knowledge
that I could choose my attitude, I knew that this mindset was brought on by none
other than myself. It wasn’t the garbage
truck’s fault that woke me up early, or the fact that my boyfriend has been
gone for two weeks, and will not be coming back for two more. It’s true that these annoyed me and made me
sad, respectively, but I could choose to give into those feelings, or I could
acknowledge them, say hi, and then choose to be happy.
So,
I put myself back to bed. I felt like a
mother disciplining her young child. I
willingly hopped back in bed and told myself to choose a new outlook. I laid there for a few minutes resisting this
idea, but as soon as I surrendered to my demands, and chose to be happy, I got
out of bed, and started my day over again, sans attitude. This time, I made my tea de jour, (Good Earth
Original…it’s a great fall/winter tea), meditated, checked on my garden, and
then got ready for the day.



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