Some days we really do feel like we got up on the wrong side of the bed.  Our outlook on life is upside down.  Anyone could look our way and risk gettng growled at.  Some days are just like that.  Truth be told, they don’t have to be, and just because they start that way, it doesn’t mean it has to continue that way.

I wanted to get up at 6:30 this morning and work out in the yard and garden.  I wanted to get the yard mowed.  Apparently it wasn’t meant to be.  My body wants to rest.  I took the kids to the park . . . again.  I’m sitting down to write a bit.  I’ll make the kids lunch versus getting something to-go.  It will benefit us all if I find what the source of my discord is and remedy it.  At least I should gently ride this wave through and try not to pull anyone down in the process.

Lot of fresh air.  More water.  Healthy food.  Laughter.  Love.

I visited with my grandmother yesterday and briefly with my grandpa whose health is deteriorating.  July 4th is my grandma’s birthday, but her party plans got rearranged a bit.  So, I brought card, gift, and welcome distraction to her.  I told her we were her comedic relief.  Funny thing is, I needed it, too, but probably not as much as she did.  My grandma is one of those treasures who make you feel like you’re the most special person in all the world.  I only hope she knows how special she is.  It’s hard caring for someone you love, helpless to take away their ills.  Sometimes the miracle is our constant love.

What ails me doesn’t seem like that big of a deal anymore.  My life is rich and full of vitality.  I can accept my bad mood, offer it to the sun, and water myself with compassion.