Frowning Causes Wrinkles

Today’s the first day of the rest of your life. Or, is it? What if today is just another day. Another day in either a long line of shitty days … or another day in a sting of glorious moments. Or, more likely, somewhere in between.

For the most part, I’m an optimist. At least I like to think I am. Not that I don’t think about bad shit or get down in the dumps sometimes—because I do, but I prefer to look at the glass as half full, not half empty. And I’ve always been this way, but only recently have I started to understand why. And believe me, it’s not due to an inherent cheery disposition … if anything, it’s the exact opposite. Because I’ve seen first hand what a constant scowl can do to a person. I’ve seen how focusing on the shit can keep you from noticing the sun … 

Frowning causes wrinkles

And, I know I don’t want to be that way. Not only because I don’t want the wrinkles, but also because I don’t want to live this life in a constant state of grief. In other words, I don’t want to be in a shitty mood all the time. So I move on. Always.

But, if indeed today is the first day of the rest of my life … well, I need to change a few things. Because I’m hoping it’s not just a continuation of days gone past. 

It’s like this … I’m in a rut. A shitty rut at that. Here’s the “woe is me” of it all … I had knee surgery, not once, but twice in the last few months. As it turns out, over training for years actually wasn’t good for me (shocker) … so the pain and compromised mobility finally jumped up and kicked my ass and I bit the bullet and had surgery. Thing is, before I had the procedure, I was running 60 miles a week, doing hot yoga on the daily, and eating like a high school football player because, well, I could and I needed the fuel for my activity level. Alas, my activity level went from off-the-charts insane (yes, I admit it) to zilch. And here I sit pissed off at the world because I’ve gained thirty pounds and my jeans don’t fit. And no, I am not just going to go buy new jeans. 

Where’s my optimism? Where’s my get-over-it attitude, my you’ll-be-fine attitude??? Did I misplace them in the rabbit hole I fell down? Have I been wrong all these years? Is the glass really half empty?

Sometimes, there’s nowhere to go but up

Maybe the glass is half empty. But, maybe it’s supposed to be. Maybe I need to empty it and get a new glass. A bigger glass with a hint of pink etched into the base so every time I take a sip, I see rose colored water. Yea, maybe I’ll do that. Stay tuned … I’ll let you know if I’m on to something ; ) 

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DISCLAIMER: I’m a writer and an editor. And I try my best to make sure every post is articulate and free from errors. However, being that I edit my own work—and it’s next to impossible to properly edit your own work—I admit, occasionally there may be an error or two I miss. But doing so doesn’t make me an idiot so don’t be mean. Just smile, pat yourself on the back for finding an error and be glad you’re not the only one who makes mistakes sometimes … xoxox


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