There are certain things about life I don’t particularly enjoy. Oh, you want a list? Ok. Babies not sleeping through the night. Having the contents of an entire room in the hallway. A pile of laundry in the boys’ room waiting to be folded. Crumbs under the table. Runny noses.
Guess what? Every single one of those is a current reality in our house. We’ve been sick. We’re swapping rooms (and it will be grand when it’s done). There are always crumbs underfoot and piles of laundry waiting.
Those things cannot be the deciding factors in whether or not I have a good day. If those things decide, my whole life will consist of bad days. I can’t get rid of any of those things, at least not permanently. Instead I have to decide what makes a good day.