Make it a great day, unless of course, you have other plans…
This morning I awoke excited about all of the things I have to do today before the alarm went off. I am important and my job is to choose what kind of day I will have.
I can complain because it is raining… or I can give thanks because the plants are being watered.
I can feel sad because I don’t have more money… or I can be happy because my financial situation drives me to plan my purchases more intelligently.
I can complain about my health… or rejoice that I am alive.
I can feel sorry for what my parents didn’t give me when I was growing up… or I can be thankful to them for allowing me to be born.
I can cry because the roses have thorns… or I can celebrate that the thorns have roses.
I can feel sorry for myself because I don’t have many friends… or I can get excited and embark on an adventure to discover new relationships.
I can complain because I have to go to work… or I can shout with joy because I have a job.
I can complain because I have to go to school… or I can open my mind energetically and fill it with new, rich knowledge.
I can mutter bitterly because I have housework to do… or I can feel honored because I have a roof for my mind and my body.
The day presents itself before me, waiting for me to give it form, and here I am; I am the sculptor and on me it depends what kind of day I will have today.
Make it a great day unless, of course, you have other plans.
~ Attributed to Mario Benedetti