The Grinch Who Stole Christmas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve been in kind of a funk lately. I know I shouldn’t be…I’ve got a pretty great life….but I am. Hey it happens to the best of us.
 
This morning (even though I woke up EVERY HOUR during the 6hours I was sleeping) I woke up ready to take on the world (on the RIGHT side of the bed if you will). I was feeling productive. I was feeling energized. I felt happy. I wore my gym clothes to work so I would be sure to go after the meeting. I made a “To Do” list of all of the things I’ve been slacking on with the actual intentions of doing them today.
 
Then it happened…I met the proverbial Grinch Who Stole Christmas. I was a Who just trying to enjoy the Who-Pudding and that certain something came in to take away the joy.
 
My mom & dad reminded me of something, that in the past few months, I have forgotten. You get to choose your emotion/reaction/response to a situation. (I used to be so good at it but I lost sight of it)
 
It’s a lot easier said than done to just change your mind about something…especially when your whole body is shaking with frustration and there are tears in your eyes. So I allowed myself a few curse words (well that might be an understatement), a few tears, and a few minutes of being just plain ANGRY…and then I CHOSE to let it go.
 
Sorry Grinch. You aren’t getting the best of me. I’m going to keep singing my carols while I decorate the Christmas Tree …with lots and lots of eggnog! Bah Humbug to you!