I confess that I am more of a “glass half empty” than “glass half full” type of gal. I really wish that I wasn’t that way. To compensate, I tend to fill my life with happy, positive friends who nudge (and sometimes force) me to shift my perspective.
When I was in college, my best friend and roommate always woke up happy. She’d bounce out of bed and sing “Good Morning, Sunshine!” to me. I have to admit on certain mornings I found it quite annoying. But, by choosing to always wake up on the right side of bed, she set the tone for her day and mine. And, she taught me something that I’d never considered: Your alarm clock does not need to be your enemy! I now have my own good morning songs that I sing to my kiddos when I drag them out of bed at 6:45 a.m. On this particular morning, my joyful wake-up call was greeted by my five-year-old’s fist, my nine-year-old’s pillow (heaved in my direction) and my eleven-year-old’s exasperated sigh (and maybe an eye-roll, too).
One of my dearest friends from North Carolina sent me this beautiful “I Choose Joy” piece of art for my birthday this year. I hung it above the light switch that I turn on when I wake up each morning. It makes me happy because it reminds me of my wise friend and that happiness is a choice.
This morning, Omaha experienced another Winter Weather Advisory. As I was white-knuckling my steering wheel and praying for a safe trip to school, I heard someone on the radio comment that we were experiencing a beautiful snowfall. I am embarrassed to admit that I hadn’t noticed – I was so focused on bundling up my kids and navigating the treacherous roads that I hadn’t paused to appreciate what was right in front of me. He was right. It was beautiful.