something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my camping locale or not doesn’t depend on how the picnic table or fire pit is arranged.
It’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It’s a decision I make every time when I plan it, think of it, counting the months, weeks, days, hours, minutes. I have a choice. I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with 1) heat rash, 2) bug bites, 3) annoying smoker smoking right outside the ladies room early in the morning, 4) unsupervised 8-year-old taking a 45-minute shower while there were 3 impatient campers waiting…by the time I get my turn, hot shower no more…Or, simply get out of bed and be thankful for another day.
Each day is a gift. As long as my eyes open, I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories is stored away, just for this time of my life.
Old age is like a bank account. I withdraw from what I’ve put in. And I better deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories! Starting right now 😀
Thank you for your part in filling my Memory Bank. I am still depositing.
Happy crafting and keep those creative juices running!
(still doesn’t do texting, MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, StumbleUpon, DiggIt…)