I have glitter stuck to my jeans, I've figured out how to change the settings on our Christmas lights, and I've consumed a good helping of chocolate cake. But most of all, what I've learned is this:
You can't know what the day will bring until you reach the end of it.
I've had a day that started pretty badly, got worse, got worse again, was given up for lost by the time I had my breakfast, then dramatically got better and better until it became one of the best days I've had in a long time.
This morning I woke up tired. There was no milk for breakfast. So I went to the shop. When I got back from the shop I had milk, but no time to eat my cereal. Then on the way to work it started to rain. And I didn't have my coat. And when we got off the bus it rained harder. I was not impressed.
So I started my day not a happy bunny. But then all sorts of wonderful things happened. A birthday, with corresponding cake. I breakthrough or two at work. Glitter. Singing. Emotional moments. Catching the bus at the last minute. Successful shopping. Chocolate. A fabulous dinner cooked for me. Chilling with friends. Present wrapping. Sparkly Christmas tree.
All this in a day that I thought would be a bad one. By nine o'clock I was in a grump and not expecting anything to lift my mood. But it seems I was quite wrong. The moral of the story: Never assume what the future will bring. There is no guarantee that your bad day will continue to be bad.
Look forward with expectation instead of dread. Tomorrow is a brand new day.
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