Turn the Beat Around
So today started effed up. The coffeemaker spilled coffee out all over the counter and floor instead of into the carafe; I lovingly made Ax chocolate chip pancakes and he rejected them as being “too eggy” today even though I’ve been sneaking egg into them for days, and Cleo, our beloved cat, puked a massive hairball on the carpet outside my bedroom. Massive. On the plus side, I didn’t step in it. But Ax did.
I’d been feeling pretty good about my whole dealing with life on life’s terms run, but these things, bam, bam, bam, — before 7am! — got me agitated. And then I remembered the Rule of Three.
If three things happen that piss me off or make me agitated, it’s time to look in the mirror. When I’m disturbed it’s because I’m disturb-able. Breathe, re-set, re-start the day.
I cleaned the coffee up, cleaned the puke up, served Ax granola in a bowl as an alternate breakfast, and remembered that if these are the worst things that befall me today it’s going to be a pretty awesome day. I turned the beat around. Then I got to supervising LEGO.
I am so lucky to live the life I do, the way I do, where I am. Thank you Universe for this life. I’m gonna keep going.