Wrong Side of the Bed

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Very. Grumpy. Mike always manages to make me smile though. Who could resist smiling at such a sweet man? Not me though I do try at times. Icy bitch that I can be.

The sun keeps shining. People are saying it's been the weirdest weather in ages. No rain in weeks, I'm not complaining.... Neither are they for that matter.

I have various goals, desires, dreams floating around in my head. Develop a vintagey type style of dressing, dance regularly, be organized, make pretty things with my hands, have babies, lead a pretty, comfortable, hassle free life.

Steps to accomplishing said life:

1. Get some Courage.
2. Leave the House.
3. Shop somewhere other than Westfields (though I do like Westfields) and remember to be sensible.
4. Ask Mike to familiarize me with his System.
5. Practice my Jewelry Making.
6. Wait for God to bless us with Children.
7. Accept the fact that life is not meant to be comfortable and hassle free. 

There. That should do the trick. Right?

I'm going to go get the house ready for my in-laws. I'm going to put on my happy face and  a pretty skirt. I am going to live my life today. 

Question. Any ideas for uplifting music? Nothing melancholic or too harsh... Movie soundtracks tend to work well I just can't think of anything. 

Ok. Deep breath. 

Positivity

I write to my mother and my sister frequently (in electronic form). Generally these e-mails are bemoaning the state of my life. I complain a lot, and loudly. "Woe is me" and that sort of thing. I read an article recently about how babies learn to express their negative feelings before their positive ones. This seemed to me to be a pretty good illustration on my attitude toward life. Always feeling, looking, and seeing the negative before the positive. Maybe it's my natural inclination, maybe it's a product of our society, maybe it's just habit. Whatever it is I want to change it. Somebody (who knows about these things) once told me that it takes two years to change our mental habits. It's going to be a long hard road to change this habit, but well worth the effort I think.

Recently I had a half birthday celebration with my sharing group. Whilst being prayed over one of them said that God wanted me to focus on the Risen Christ this Lent. I didn't really know what that meant, and still don't really, but the Risen Christ is my hope and my salvation... As well as everyone else's. So I think I ought to focus on that and return Him to that place in my heart. 

'Nuff said right?