A Grounded Viewpoint

Ok, let me explain. It all started on Tuesday night when I got knocked the eff out at frisbee. Not like a "oops, I took a tumble" knockout, but a "what the hell just happened and why am I on the ground and why is my head ringing" type knockout. I don't even know what happened, all I know is someone ran full-out into me while I was stationary and that was that.

Being the tough-ass (read: idiotic) girl that I am I just got up and kept playing for the rest of the game. It wasn't until I got home that night when my head was pounding and I was feeling vaguely nauseous that I thought something could actually be wrong. And all of a sudden everything seemed to be closing in, magnified. Harder. Rattling my brain was upsetting.

Eventually the headache cleared and I felt better. That knockout made me realize something- I can't control everything. Work is busy, I have a lot going on. Some situations are less than ideal. But... I can control my actions and my choices. I can choose to be happy and to try my best to make others happy, or I can choose to be miserable and in turn make others unhappy. So my new outlook is gracious patience. I'm going to make like AA and accept things I can't change. Because, really, there isn't any other choice but unhappiness. And that would be unacceptable.

I've always been a glass half-full person. I'd have to be, to end up where I've ended up. But it's true that the glass half-empty is usually funnier and so I mostly choose to write about things that way. And so I missed a post yesterday. Chalk it up to a mild concussion and a general need to re-evaluate my viewpoint. I think you'll forgive me.