The weekend is finally here. i'm glad because it's been a rough week. More surgery for my brother, accusations from a co-worker that were totally unfounded, misunderstandings, financial setback, car problems, disappointments, hurts, boredom, too hot, a grandfather who is insisting upon surgery even though a doctor told him that he may not survive because of heart problems and broken promises -lend for a miserable outlook. i woke up this morning with the same tension in my shoulders that i went to bed with - but worse. This trip to Hungary is coming at the absolute worst time. And i am feeling sorry for myself. (can you tell? <wry grin>)
BUT - it is a gorgeous day today. The humidity finally is lower. There is a breeze. The sun is shining. i woke up. i'm healthy. my house is still standing. my car wasn't stolen. my coffee tasted wonderful this morning. i get to spend time in the garden - weeding and watering my flowers. i'm not having surgery. my brother is getting better. i am going to hungary. i have a wonderful family and good neighbors. i am employed.
i have to decide today that even though i feel that life has kicked me in the face this week and i feel defeated, unwanted, miserable, sad and lonely, that my attitude is a choice. i can determine the outcome of my day solely based upon my attitude. i would rather sit around today and cry and pout and throw a temper tantram - that would feel great, but that really isn't who i want to be. i'd rather meet such things - as this awful week - with quiet grace and determination to do better next week. Not denying my emotions and i probably do need a good cry, but realizing that one week isn't the end of it all. Today is a brand new day - no mistakes, no hurts, no misunderstandings, no pain. Might not be that way all day, but for now, in the quietness of my heart and house, i will embrace the day, thank God for my life and all that i have - including wonderful loved ones, friends and family, and go weed my garden.
Come with me - let's have a day of quiet grace.
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