Good Day Sunshine
There are days when I climb out of bed, pick up my tablet, open my blog and browse through a few of the lighter selected pieces. I actually read them. I do.
Then I’m ready to face the day with a smile and a feeling of confidence and good vibes having digested a meal of that inspirational bull crap that I put there.
Not only do I read it, but I believe it.
Can you imagine that? I can.
Then there are days that start out on the other foot.
On these days when I pick up that same I-Pad and hit upon some of the deeper, darker entries, I just know that’s not going to be a ”good” day. No sun shining, no birds singing in the trees, no Julie Andrew’s singing “The Hills Are Alive”, and I’ve forgotten to leave the toilet seat down. Definitely not a “good” day.
Can you conceive of that? I can.
So, why do I include both the highs and the lows in apparent random sequence in my blog?
Why don’t I sort them into two categories?
To remind this poor befuddled brain that I have had “bad” days, very “bad” days, but they don’t last forever. Because I would never read the “bad” and remember how I turned that darkness into light. I would always be drawn to the uplifting light and very soon that repetitious familiarity would breed contempt.
That’s why we put sugar in our lemonade.
Can you understand that? I can.
Like love and marriage,
“You can’t have one without the other”.
All things in moderation.
All things in balance.