About half way through the week I wanted to give in. The whiny voice in my head kept repeating a bunch of “I can’t do this”, “this is too hard”, “how will I ever be caught ups”.
I seem to come up with brilliant ideas in the bathroom. On the toilet, in the shower, brushing my teeth….it’s like a switch…so I’ve decided to set up a bed in the bathtub we’ve only used one time. Nah, I like my bed and my perch on the couch too much. Anyway, while in the bathroom I decided to not give in to my tears. It was just like the squat I did and thought I couldn’t get back up using my legs, and not having to do the roll to my hands to push myself up. I pushed through and stood up using my legs—telling myself I could do it, I just have to try a little harder until I get in shape.
Due to hanging onto the bad habit of negative self talk, it was hard to conjure up some things that made me smile this week because my mind was otherwise occupied. But here they are as a reminder to myself that it is possible to find something good each day if paying attention:
- my favorite NFL team won their last preseason game and I’m now looking forward to regular season play
- all the ‘brilliant idea’ spots in our house are really clean
- I set my goals for the week and I met each and every one of them
- when I went to the pharmacy to pick up my drugs, they came in a stuffed-to-the-top, lunch size sack bag
- a little girl crying in line at the pharmacy counter because her mom made her stay near her. Usually I come unglued when kids cry in the store, but this time the little thing made me smile. Maybe it was an evil smile because I no longer have to tolerate that kind of behavior from my own kids
- a little bunny in our yard
- my husband letting the word jalapeno roll off his tongue over and over. The way it’s meant to be pronounced, and the way he pronounces it….phonetically for y’all to understand his version, hal-a-pee-no. But what do I know, I can’t even type the word without the little ~ above the ‘n’ because I don’t know how to make that happen on a keyboard.
- our 26-year-old son claiming that all the good birthdays have passed, he doesn’t have to have balloons and streamers anymore……..which is good because I didn’t hang any this year when he came over to celebrate with us
I hope you find something to make you smile today!