My Life . My Way

I woke up everyday, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.

I can feel sad that I don't have more money or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.

I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.

I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.

I can blame my parents for not giving what I wished for or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.

I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.

I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new job relationships.

I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy because I have a job to go to!

I can murmur because I have housework to do or I can feel grateful for shelter for my mind, body and soul.

Everyday stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped, and here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping. What day will be like is up to me. And I shall decide what kind of day I shall have!