The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past… we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. ~ Chuck Swindoll
I had a bad day.
I woke up with headache. The internet wouldn’t connect. I spent hours on the phone trying to resolve an issue with Direct TV. It rained most of the day.
I got a little bad news and some good news that was bigger than the bad news. It didn’t matter.
It’s nightfall and my headache is just a dull one. My Verizon WiFi won’t connect but the intermittent park internet seems to be working. The TV still can’t find the satellite but I don’t watch much TV anyway.
The rain stopped late in the afternoon. I watched two white egrets fish and two strange looking ducks walk the banks of the bayou, conversationally quacking. Normally I would have been enthralled by the egrets, laughed at the peculiar ducks and found the sunset lovely. Normally the good news would have outweighed the bad. But not today, because today I chose to have a bad day.
Do you know what I mean?
All day long, I knew the weight in my gut was the one I was allowing to rot there, but I just didn’t feel like taking out the trash. It’s an odd sort of selfish indulgence. Today I lost all opportunity to be of any encouragement to anyone.
I had a bad day, untouched by my abundance of blessings, my lack of need and the outpouring of grace in my life.
Will tomorrow be better? Yes. Could today have been a good day? Yes.
Everyday is a new day to choose. I have the same one string I always have. Today I chose to play it low.
If you’ve been reading TMG for a while, you know about my jukebox brain. I couldn’t help but think of Daniel Powter when I was writing this. 😉