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A Hard Morning

This morning was rough.  It was just one of those days.  All people have them.  Days when you don't want to do what you have to do.  When you are 5 and having a morning like ours that translates into stubbornness and struggles.  When you are in your 30's it means under the breath mummbles and grummbles. I admit, we were both cranky and feeding off of the other person's crank.

As I dropped my girl off at school (right as the last bell rang... ugh) neither of us wanted our time together to end. So, she got a few extra hugs and I left her, praying that being at school with her friends and the teacher she loves would help her day and mood improve.


We are not always going to have good days. Sometimes the days are going to be trudging through the muck, fighting for every step forward, maybe even falling and getting dirty. It is OK!

Just don't stay there.  Get up, shower off, do what you need to do to move on & feel better. Apologize if your cranky affected others and then purposefully find the good.
Joy comes in relishing the good times and using determination to minimize the yucky times.  Recognize them for what they are and don't stay stuck.

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