Failing at anything you’ve worked hard for is unhelpful for trying to maintain positivity. Having a car crash at the fault of the other driver pertains to development of a rather dreary attitude. Getting rejected by Collette Dinnigan for having too big of a bust is more than a little hurtful. But, finding out a teacher you had for four years’ house has burnt down, and her husband has died, could possibly be seen as the icing on the cake for a superb day.
Life is long and happy unpredictably short.
Having “a bad day” can be redefined when things like this happen. I can be grateful to be alive and lucky to be able to enjoy “a bad day” whilst someone else is missing their husband for ever, and whose children no longer have a father.
Let’s count our blessings.
This blog is a compilation of some of my thoughts and dreams that have marinated for long enough that I can form sentences with them.
I am the mother of one toddler and one pregnant belly, the wife to one man, a friend to many, a sister to two and a daughter. Recently returned from eight months in Europe, having fulfilled a long anticipated dream of living in France.