I'm not normally one for bumper sticker philosophies or motivational blah blah, but every now and then everyone needs a bit of a pick-me-up, words of wisdom that leaves you with some hope.
After a spate of trying days, this positives inspirational quote did just that: It reminded me that I have the power in me to influence the course of my day.
I think I give up on some days before it even starts. The drama queen in me likes drama, period. I like the buzz of excitement, the highs and lows of eventful days, the nuances of everday, crazy life.
Tame the drama queen?
Begin each day with a smile.
This should be easy?
Ok, wake up, shake off the groggy, reach for my coffee, flash a smile at my honey, but not too much or I'll end up looking like the Joker in Batman.
That was easy enough.
Hit the bathroom, catch a glance at morning-me in the mirror.
"Yikes, I'm really not a morning person!"
Plaster a smile anyway, committed now to The Plan:
Lips and eyes? UNCHECK!
Splash, pat, wink...Ok, eyes on board.
Calmness of mind.
This one's gonna be challenging, especially to a woman with morning hair, morning breath and a dark disposition courtesy of PMS.
In and out...
Time check: 5 minutes till he (grumpy, sleep loving, hard-of-hearing teenager) needs to be up.
On edge, out of sorts, under pressure.
Damn breathing technique, it's a fail. I need something, something more suited to me.
Put on my smile (brave face) and step inside the "cave"
And there it is... my son-thing else, my heart, filling the entire length of the bed, arms and legs spilling over, head tugged under covers and pillows, an angel when he sleeps.
I let time tick on, enjoying this side of him I rarely see.
And in this moment, my smile is genuine and unrehearsed, my sense of peace absolute and my emotions is light and feathery, lifting my spirits.
Whatever happens next, whomever resurfaces from beneath the covers, I had my moment and it was beautiful.
Coolness of emotions.
Packed lunch, handbag, cellphone, keys...
"Where are my keys?"
Alarms go off in my head.
Frantic patting, scratching around in a handbag that houses a black hole. Questioning eyes dart to his.
He jingles keys, making music to make me mellow.
This smile-thing is catching.
I grab it out of his hands, playful now, letting my hands linger on warm skin.
Mmmmm, maybe missing my keys has an upside!
A heart filled with gratitude
"Thank God!" I say.
For the small things.
I step out into the sunshine with a sunny disposition and a heart filled with gratitude.
I'm sure my drama queen will resurface again shortly, probably later in the day to shake things up.
Truth be told, she is my Plan B.
And a wise woman always has a Plan B.