Positivity: Not so easy when everything sucks.

Remember that one time when I was all chipper and like, “Keep on the sunny side of life“?

(…Oh, was that just yesterday?)

Well, crap. That didn’t last very long, did it?

Do you ever have those mornings when pretty much everything that could possibly go wrong or piss you off, DOES?! That would be me. Today. To the n^th degree.

I thought about griping and moaning and LISTING all the stuff that has made me want to crawl under a hole in the LESS THAN TWO HOURS I’VE BEEN AWAKE…but then I remembered Pastor Jim’s sermon on Sunday and how he read one of my favorite verses which says, “Do everything without complaining or arguing.” Dangit.

So instead, I want to say that I’m so thankful for Joe.

When I got to his place this morning for our devotional time, he heard me stomping up the steps and he saw the smoke coming out of my ears, and he said, “Hey. Come here.”

And he just held me. And prayed for me, that my day would get better and I would relax and calm down from whatever frustrations I’d faced this morning.

*Sigh.*

I really am blessed. And it sucks when a hundred little annoyances happen in the span of an hour and put me in a bad mood, because I don’t like bad moods. I don’t like being irritable and negative. I feel ugly on mornings like today. And I feel weak and fickle and short-sighted, because, when I stop for two seconds and remind myself just how many great and amazing things I have in my life, I should be able to laugh off the small stuff. The every-red-light-on-the-way-to-work. The forgetting-my-iPod-on-a-running-day. The spilling-milk-everywhere. The my-face-is-breaking-out-like-I’m-still-thirteen. I mean really, how do I get so worked up about such silly things?

But the fact is, I totally did. I walked into Joe’s place this morning cussing and slamming doors and wanting to punch a wall. And I’ll be honest, I’m still pretty on edge. But I’m deciding right now that I’m going to have a good attitude today. Even if 37 MORE things go wrong.

I’m alive.

I’m loved and in love.

I’m safe and clothed and healthy.

I’m free.

What’s a couple red lights and some spilt milk? (I think “spilt” is a really weird word, btw.) Nothing to cry over, that’s what. (And for the record, I didn’t cry. But I wouldn’t put it past me.)

So, who wants to decide to be positive with me today?

(Photo credit: Google image search that took me here.)