It's funny how being grateful for one little thing can change your whole attitude.
I will be the first to say that I began today with a terrible attitude. I was wakened at 3:30 AM to discover that Maggie had peed in my bed. Half awake I drug her to the bathroom to change her clothes. I then made her a bed on the floor and proceeded to strip the sheets off my bed and clean up her mess. I had a bad attitude the whole time and I didn't get back to sleep until about 5:00.
I was wakened at 8:00 by Walter screaming. After rising and dressing I put on my chucks to take my morning run, only to be informed that because of the large amount of work we had to get done today, I could only take 15 minutes for my run. My walk/run is pretty much the only time I'm by myself all day and I am rather jealous about sharing or cutting that time short. I wasn't very happy.
Upon my return I was immediately put to work weeding an unused garden that my Mom had plans for. Gardening isn't really my forte. I'm very capable, but I don't enjoy it and I usually leave that to Christa. If I had been told to prepare lunch for forty people I would have been alot happier than having to weed that piece of dirt 4 ft x 18ft. So anyway, I went off to weed and be supremely perturbed.
As I was weeding in the sun and brushing daddy longlegs off my ankles, I began to feel really sorry for myself. This was not how I envisioned this morning. I was going to take a long run, brew a pot of tea, check my blogs, practice violin, then settle down with The Brother Karamazov. THINGS WERE NOT GOING MY WAY.
Then I just happened to think, as I squatted down in the longish grass, "You know, I could never have done this in Kentucky because of the ticks." And suddenly I was very grateful. Anyone who knew me when I lived in Kentucky could tell you of my loathing for these blood sucking creatures. I hated and feared them with a dread rivaled only by the overwhelming gratefulness I now felt at the thought of not having to deal with them.
I continued to weed that garden for another hour, but it really didn't seem like it was all that long. I started singing Brad Paisley's I'd Like to Check You For Ticks and before long I had found that my whole attitude had changed just because of that one little observation and a grateful response.