Some mornings I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, but don’t we all? That’s not a problem until I drag myself out of bed and carry my pissy self downstairs and see other people. Pissy bitchness rubs off, believe me. That’s why it really bothers me when I feel “sorry” for myself for some reason and it bothers me just as much when others do. I’m not saying it’s not perfectly ok to be upset, but only temporarily is necessary. Think about it…what has wallowing in your sorrows ever done for you? Reflecting on negative aspects of your life isn’t going to make the sun shine any brighter. What will, you ask? Focusing on the positive things in your life. It is totally possible to find the silver lining in any situation if you’ve got a family, friends and a roof over your head – consider yourself blessed.
Whenever I find myself in a pickle, I simply remind myself that there is always something that can be done, but only if I make the changes. Remember that you are in control of your own happiness. Define yourself by the good things you have going for you; this makes the problems seem a heck of a lot easier to solve. If you find you’re down, do yourself a favor and do something, anything that makes you happy. Draw, call up a pal, bake, read, whatever. Being a poopy bitch isn’t fun for anyone. So slap a smile on your face.
Lastnight I helped my cousin and her friends celebrate her 19th Birthday. Just a casual, enjoyable get-together with obnoxious but addictive music, chitchatter, pizza rolls, cake and lots of laughter.
This morning I woke up way too early for my liking and thanks to the princess pup, I was about 2.3 milimeters away from stepping on a huge pile of dung-ho. This morning could’ve easily determined my mood for the rest of the day, but no worries, I found the cream in my Twinkie and laughed it off. Oh, I cleaned up Cara’s crap too, in case you were wondering.
After I regained my appetite (I’d say about 5 mins) I fixed myself my fave:
I had such a tush whooping workout as well. Whenever my Dad goes to the gym with me, it makes it that much more fun. Besides getting stuck in machines, entertainment comes in the form of him making faces and dancing to Selena Gomez and all the incredibly teeny-bopper music that they play. I wish I was joking…I guess meatheads have a soft spot for Selena. I guess she does throw down a good beat for runners and ellipticizers too. Is ellipticizer a word? It is now.
Ah, speaking again of the cream filling, I made possibly the most delicious omelet ever. No Twinkie needed here.
Topped with cheddar cheese, because
bacon cheese makes everything better.
Simply go about your omelet making and add some cream cheese inside, on top and sprinkle with sharp cheddar. Simple, but awesome.
I’m off to relax for the rest of the night, grab some dinner and probably a cup or two of tea by the tub and soak the night away. I have to enjoy it while I can because most likely at this hour next week I’ll be filled to the brim with projects instead of tea.
What helps you see the silver lining?
What’s your favorite cheesy dish?
Peace and love!
p.s. does anyone else have their mind in the gutter when reading my post title? Umm, woops 😉