This morning I went to bootcamp from 6-7 and came home feeling energized and happy and ready to take on the day! Then my mom rolled her eyes at me for one reason or another and I called her a “deuce lady” and then I yelled something about my new lunchbox not being delivered in a reasonable amount of time. Because I'm sick of wasting brown paper bags, okay?!
I am impatient. I get easily frustrated. I like to yell made up words when I’m angry. You should hear me in the car when I’m stuck behind a slow driver. Sometimes it’s hard for me to take a step back and process that things, overall, are pretty freakin’ awesome.
I won concert tickets on the radio this week (whaaaaat?! I seriously NEVER. WIN. ANYTHING. #1 reason I hate BINGO)
My boyfriend was nice enough to pick me up (out of his way) from a friend’s house last night and stay over, even though his place is much quieter and much less chaotic and my parents don’t live there, just because I asked him to.
My new lunchbox (the one that I whined about) is a gift from my mom for starting a new job. And it’s camo print. She gets me.
I have four beautiful nieces and nephews and four awesome sisters and blonde hair and all those wonderful important things blah blah blah.
Maybe you’re not the kind of person to repeat a positive-thinking mantra in the mirror every morning or start logging a gratitude journal, but if once in awhile you can catch yourself being kinda ridiculous and take a step back, take a deep breath, and think of a couple good things you’ve got going for you, you’ll probably be better off - and so will everyone around you :)
p.s. happy Cinco de Mayo (insert margarita and googley eyed emoji here)