"Life is a story waiting to be read," I've always believed. Every day becomes an adventure, one way or another ~ with ordinary circumstances transforming themselves into unusual experiences by evening. Some events I journal in disbelief; others are written for future reflection. Whether or not they become positive memories or create ongoing stress depends on how I respond.
Today, for example, I woke up late . . . very late! Of all days to be a slacker. My husband took the day off so we could spend quality time together after my being gone all last week. He planned to golf early before the mercury climbed to 100 ~ giving me time to finish my essential tasks so we could get to meaningful and memorable moments together. I was brushing my teeth when he returned home. "Can you wait a few more minutes?" I asked sweetly. "Sure," he answered. An hour later my daughter called to see if I finally had this blog up. It's been a frustrating afternoon.
But my kindhearted husband is patiently waiting to go somewhere special with me and I want this story to end sucessfully. There will be much more to include and retell by bedtime. Tomorrow, no doubt, another story will begin.
Today, for example, I woke up late . . . very late! Of all days to be a slacker. My husband took the day off so we could spend quality time together after my being gone all last week. He planned to golf early before the mercury climbed to 100 ~ giving me time to finish my essential tasks so we could get to meaningful and memorable moments together. I was brushing my teeth when he returned home. "Can you wait a few more minutes?" I asked sweetly. "Sure," he answered. An hour later my daughter called to see if I finally had this blog up. It's been a frustrating afternoon.
But my kindhearted husband is patiently waiting to go somewhere special with me and I want this story to end sucessfully. There will be much more to include and retell by bedtime. Tomorrow, no doubt, another story will begin.