Ellipses aside... this is pretty much truth.
“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.” - Chuck Swindoll
I have little control over the bull being handed to me, but I'll be damned if I'll let it consume me. I am always in control of my reactions.
Life is, mostly, how you react to it.
Apr 6, 2012
Oh, hi there.
I'm back. I think. Hell, I don't really know anymore.
These past few months have been such a whirlwind for me, it's hard to know whether I'm coming or going. Each day is a feat just to survive, let alone manage to pull together any semblance of grace and poise out of my life. Humor has been waning, and it's hard to write about the silly parts of my life when a lot of times I just want to say fuck it.
But that's not even an option any longer -- so here I am!
There are somethings I just can't talk about on here. Minors are involved, and lawyers, judges and all the terrifying reality of a person that's supposed to be a parent and is instead working every day to make your life a living hell. But, there are somethings that I can still talk about.
Like my god awful dogs (Bitsy managed to get herself stuck in a corner, fall off a counter top, and toboggan down the stairs since last we've talked), a rock-wall I've coerced the manchild into making, and the antics of some friends I have fallen into which are very dear to my soul.
Life is not easy. But, life is good. It's all in what you make of it. And I've never believed that more than I do now.
These past few months have been such a whirlwind for me, it's hard to know whether I'm coming or going. Each day is a feat just to survive, let alone manage to pull together any semblance of grace and poise out of my life. Humor has been waning, and it's hard to write about the silly parts of my life when a lot of times I just want to say fuck it.
But that's not even an option any longer -- so here I am!
There are somethings I just can't talk about on here. Minors are involved, and lawyers, judges and all the terrifying reality of a person that's supposed to be a parent and is instead working every day to make your life a living hell. But, there are somethings that I can still talk about.
Like my god awful dogs (Bitsy managed to get herself stuck in a corner, fall off a counter top, and toboggan down the stairs since last we've talked), a rock-wall I've coerced the manchild into making, and the antics of some friends I have fallen into which are very dear to my soul.
Life is not easy. But, life is good. It's all in what you make of it. And I've never believed that more than I do now.
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