A friend of mine loaned me a short book, oh, about two months ago--
It's a self-help book about mawiage. A dweam, within a dweam.
This is a very short book. Shoulda only taken me about 2 nights to read it. And it would have, had I not read a page and then started snoring/slobbering, every.single.night.
But I digress. This book-- I loved it. It was awesome. But there was one teensy little sentence that really stuck out for me. And I noticed that my friend must have liked it too, since she highlighted it:
"I think I'll be delightful today."
In a nutshell? I get to choose my 'tude. Dude, I need this. I need an attitude adjustment. Just ask anyone who saw me this weekend. You know what my hubby used to say about me when we were dating? It might surprise you:
"You are the happiest person I know."
Um, yeah. Pretty sure he wouldn't say that about me the last, oh. . (how many years have I had kids? onetwothreefour. . .) seven years. So, it's sorta my mantra right now.
(go ahead, you can take my printable)
My lil framed reminder hangs in my closet so I can see it each morning.
And, actually, in my head it goes a little more like this: "I think I'll be delightful today. As for tomorrow, well, I'll be a raging hag. But for today, I'll be delightful."
'Cause, you know, I like choices. But hopefully that tomorrow doesn't arrive. A girl can dweam.