Some days you get the point across and others you don’t.
Today I write my blog while stuck on my back, because I put it out yesterday when my chair broke under me, throwing me to the floor. I laughed.
I laughed then and I laugh now. I laughed through my tears when the bug stung me yesterday.
I say this because I’ve been having a bit of a run of bad luck and laughing it off. But this has not been coming through in my blog writing.
I don’t know if my cup is half empty or half full at any given moment, but I do know that how I choose to react to the world around me either helps or hurts me.
So here I lay. Flat on my back. My stung foot up on a pillow. Looking over the frames of my glasses at a blurry world. And I choose to be having the time of my life.
I got a good bed to be stuck in, books to read, TV and movies to watch, snacks, knitting, dogs and a husband who loves me.
If I bitch and moan I repel others of whom I need to help me. But besides that, I only make myself more miserable. So why do it?
I choose to laugh at myself and my bad luck of the moment. Sorry I didn’t do a better job of letting you join me in the fun.