Thursday, August 20, 2015


Author Unknown
I woke up today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight.  I have responsibilities to fulfill today.  I am important.  My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy, or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money, or I can be glad that I plan my purchases wisely and avoid waste.
Today I can grumble about my health, or I can rejoice that I am alive.
Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me when I was growing up, or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns, or I can celebrate the fact that thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn my lack of enough friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.
Today I can wail because I have to go to work, or I can shout for joy because I have a job.  I can complain because I have to go to school, or I can eagerly open my mind and improve myself.
Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to work at home, or I can feel happy that I have a home.
Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped.  And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.  What today will be like is up to me.
I get to choose what kind of day I will have.

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