Regardless of the sun not being up, and the cold hard wood my feet touched first thing this morning, I got up and did some intense kickboxing. After an hour of sweating, and promptly deciding a shower could not be skipped, I sang all the way to work, opened the building and talked to myself about what a great day I was having. Forget the people walking by my desk looking at my like I'm a loony! I'm going to hum a happy tune whether you like it or not (Send Me On My Way by Rusted Root anyone?)! Great day thus far!!
I am grateful for my mum encouraging me to do anything I put my mind to and supporting me through all of it. I'm also grateful for my amazing friends who allow themselves to be sucked into my ridiculous plots and schemes.
Alright I can breathe through some ridiculous fool throwing small rocks at my window because of a parking pass they did not see, but last night someone shot my bf's car window with a beebee... This is really testing my patience!
Somebody threw rocks at my windshield because they did not see the parking pass hanging in my window... I would have lost it and started yelling at somebody, but instead I talked to the right people and we're getting it taken care of... good call.
I am grateful for the little things (like a coworker leaving me a good morning note), my amazing job, and my mother being with me for another year (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!).
As I drove to work this morning, a little later than I should have been, I noticed the people around me were stressing as much as I was. My getting upset and panicking is not going to make the traffic jam go away, my screaming obscenities and tapping my foot is not going to make the semi in front of me go from 0-60 in 3 seconds, and my impatiently looking at the clock, in no way, will make the red light green any faster. So why am I stressing myself out, and getting frazzled when it will get me no where? All I'm doing is upsetting myself and starting the day off like scrooge. Just calm down, your going to be a little bit late regardless of how upset you are. So why not start the day with a smile? :D
I am grateful for my mothers sense of humor, and my amazing boyfriend who remembers little things (like that I love poppyseed muffins).
As I eat my muffin I wonder 'whats the big deal? Why do people make so much fuss about eating a muffin or not eating a muffin? Its not as if I'm hurting anyone... except maybe my waistline, and if the models or size 0 twits don't like my slight pudge, which this muffin may cause, then don't look!' I work out regularly, eat tons of fruit, vegetables, and lean meats. What harm is this muffin doing? Your not going to be a saint because you resisted that muffin, or refused to drool over one cookie. You'll just be craving that cookie while you stuff yourself with lettuce. Who are you making happy!? Everyone else who wants to look at someone depriving themselves of happiness? I certainly do not care if I see you eating the cookie or scarfing down the muffin, I might even join you!!! Granted I would not do this everyday, but every so often (maybe once a week, or every other week) I'm going to say goodbye to inhabitions and EAT MY MUFFIN!!!!!
Just let go, give in and embrace how wonderful you are, if you don't no one will.
-Myself during an interesting inner monologue about french toast and dieting.