Hello, dear reader. I'm starting off this blog by being optimistic enough to think that someone will actually read this, in which case that person would be very dear. When I first thought about starting a blog I decided not to because my life is, well, not all that spectacular. However, after further rumination, I determined that life itself is spectacular (yes, I could write for Hallmark), and it's our attitudes that determine what kind of life we live day by day. Every day when I wake up I have a choice: to be happy or to be sad, to be positive or to be negative, to be excited or bored (That was more than one choice, but it's my blog, so I'll do what I want. And in case you haven't noticed, I am overly fond of parenthetical statements.) Today, for instance, I have to say that I woke up with dread, for several reasons. For one, it was Monday, and Mondays just come much too quickly after Sundays. Secondly, it's month-end, which means that I had all sorts of reports to run at work, and the computer almost always fights against me, which in turn means that I spend all day with the phone glued to my ear, talking to a computer techie. And third, my bed was super warm. Why, you ask? Two words, my friends: flannel sheets. They are absolutely marvelous. After purchasing said flannel sheets, I named my bed "Happy Bed." (Before it was just "That Thing I Sleep In," which is decidedly less interesting.)
But I digress.
So this morning I had the choice to go to work and be grumpy and let my mood match the gloomy weather outside, but I opted not to. Instead, I decided that Monday should be no different from any other day of the week, and wouldn't you know it? I had a great day! Nothing went wrong with the computer, I got all of my work done, and I found a book on teaching yourself Latin for a really cheap price! (I want to learn Latin since I plan to get my doctorate in medieval literature.) With that said, embrace each day you're given. You never know, it may be your last.
