Not a bad day at all, considering it’s Friday the 13th. Aside from the fact I do have a lot of bad habits, I’m really not a superstitions person. I’ve never feared walking under a ladder or allowing a black cat to cross my path.
The way I see it, if I put myself in a position to have a bad day, or endure a string of bad luck, then I made the choice to do so. It’s simple: our happiness is solely dependent on the choices we make, no other circumstances. It’s easy to say that someone is making us angry, or our job is stressing us out, but we are responsible for putting ourselves in that situation is the first place.
Too often, I have fallen into the victim’s role. I have allowed others to have control over me and to dictate my level and state of happiness. The key word here, and the good news, is the word “control.” By realizing I’m indeed in full control of how I choose to respond to these situations and I can choose to suffer and be a victim, or I can choose to claim my own dignity and put my needs, my happiness, first.
So, it’s Friday the 13th. It’s still cold here in the Midwest (in fact, it’s snowing right now – Mary Beth just pointed that out to me), Andrew has had six consecutive baseball games postponed and Emily still has not used her new soccer shin guards, but we choose to hang out as a family tonight, make some pizza, and be happy.