Choosing to See the Good
My days for the most part are fairly mundane and routine. I like that, there’s a certain rhythm that hums in the background and I’m quite accustomed to the pace at which it and our lives move. Rarely are there big or grand events, rather most days are made up of similar things repeated in slightly different ways. Most days are an exercise to live simply in a lifestyle that is on some occasions anything but simple and even more rarely easy. Yet, its all wonderful and its all good, even when its not; because we choose to see it that way. Its good to remember that we choose to see it a certain way. So even when the cat jumps up onto a counter, he’s not supposed to be on; and in the progress knocks over an unopened jar of home-canned pears, shattering said jar and spewing glass shards, pear chunks, and extra-light sugar syrup all over your freshly scrubbed floor; you don’t go completely stark-raving mad. Yep, its good to choose to see the good.
I’m choosing to see the good in this afternoon’s scheduled root canal, too. It’s something I dread, but which must be done. It’s something that will make me healthier in the long run. The two hours in the dentist chair will also allow me to listen to Alan Alda read me a book. That can’t be bad, right? The expense, well; I can’t find much good about it beyond the health factor. I’m choosing to see the good and I’m going to do my best to keep that focus.
How are you choosing to see the good these days?
Well, I am trying to look towards the good when hubby called the other night to say that the state will be cutting 1.7 million dollars from his school district’s budget. He is low man on the totem pole.
So, we are looking to the positve. If he gets laid off we will have more time together. I can work at a local farmstand for the growing season and this will provide a lot of free food. We have been very good with money lately, saving and saving..and recording every cent. So we feel like we are at least learning new skills that will keep us buffered at bit.
Oh! Good luck with the root canal! I’ll be thinking good thoughts for you!
I love to have fairly boring days. The ins and outs of everyday life make me happy.
Good luck at the dentist. At least you can listen to a good book.
I’m far less skilled than you at looking on the bright side, but I’m hoping it’s a skill that grows with practice, like most.
Actually, I just wrote about being thankful on my blog yesterday. (You might want to check it out!) Our family has gone through a rough year, but are going through it with wonderful people who have been supporting us through various ways.
And another thing, I bought a little pot of crocuses last week, remembering how my Mom use to live for the day she could see the first bit of colour. Well, today I have 6 of those crocuses showing colour. That’s how I choose to see the good today!
Thanks for sharing!
I can see some more good:
Sounds like a good excuse for some delicious soup and maybe a yummy milk shake for that healing mouth.
I think one of my “seeing good” moments from last week happened when w/in 15 minutes of arriving home from work: I was cleaning up pee off the garage floor, chasing my escaped dog through the neighborhood in my nice work clothes, discovered that 2 of the pairs of shoes that I had ordered from online would need returning, and had been given notice that I had to schedule an appointment with our housing company to let the maintenance people in. My response however, was just to laugh, and enjoy being alive and having plenty to do.
A perk I’m sure from all those days of running–it’s amazing what routine work-outs can do for the mind!
Hope your mouth feels alright!
Its a glass half full kinda view of the world. Every cloud, even the rain clouds have a silver lining
Sometimes its hard to remember to see the good. Last night, S broke her dresser. Its been overstuffed just one to many times. The good of that is that she has enough clothing to wear (and then some)! The other good is the motivation we both needed to clean out her closet and get her shelves up. I had been planning on replacing her dresser with a shelf system for a while (in the hopes it would help with her stuff it to full problem).
I’ve had several months to reflect upon my good fortune to be barely-employed in a place where I can grow herbs on my patio in the winter and see palm trees out my window. And the benefit to my husband’s recent string of 12-hour shifts for 10 straight days is that he demonstrated that he deserves a promotion when the time comes.