Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Bad day...But not that bad.

I'd like to think I have Pollyanna tendencies and always seek out the positive with the nickname chipper cheerful canary Chel but let's be honest. I don't.  In fact, lots of times, I can be a contagious blob of negative caustic being.  I try to settle for my baseline of somewhere in the middle but sometimes days are so lame you just want to throw them in a garbage bag and not even donate it to Goodwill because you don't want anyone else to feel how you feel, it would be like donating your puke.  Well, I was having one of those days where I felt just ready to get back in bed and it was only 10 am.  I wasn't tired, I just wanted to day to be over.  It was gray rainy "blah" weather, my cinnamon life for breakfast was stale, my contact had a slight tear that making my eyes water, Liv was already on her 4th outfit, my oil was past due for a change,  and even though nothing was really bad, vacuuming and doing laundry didn't seem to glorious and I just wasn't feeling thrilled and excited for the day's itinerary.  I was on my way to the auto place and stopped at a red light when I looked to the left and saw that I was at a historic monument. Since the light was long, I decided to read what Andrew Davidson did to deserve a sign.

Well, suddenly my cinnamon life cereal wasn't so bad.  Talk about a bad day...this poor guy came home to less than the welcome party he was dreaming off.  Suddenly I realized that it's all about perspective and that Andrew Davidson probably may have been whining about having to get his oil changed in his car, except for he didn't even have a car because he probably rode a horse which smells horrible and hurts your bum.  That's right. I have a car. That's a fairly big deal. The probability of G getting tomahawked or our apartment burning down when returned home were fairly slim.  I was feeling better by the second. Let's just say I didn't feel as grumpy as I walked in to get my oil changed.  Thank you Andrew Davidson for the paradigm spanking.  It's all about perspective. The next time I feel grumpy, I'm just going to drive past this monument.  If you're having a bad day, I'd be happy to take you on a tour, it might help you as well...

1 comment:

  1. I can't believe all that happened to that poor man. I loved this post and made Steve read it too, which has since back fired. He has told me a couple of times since "yeah it's bad, but not that bad". Too funny!