I have heard this old saying all my life, "Somedays it doesn't pay to get up". I thought it meant that you had a bad day and everything went wrong and the day was a waste. It probably did mean that to me. But it doesn't now that I am 76 years old. Hey, old lady, get up and make the day pay. And, yes, I can make this happen.
First, I have to forget about supposed injustices that have cut me to the soul. I'm overstating in most cases as far as I am concerned. Major on the major --not the minor, as my mother used to say! So I've been hurt. Who hasn't been? Get over it. Think about helping someone else deal with their hurt. Pre-occupation with self is selfishness in the raw. Have a positive plan -- I write mine down! And I chart it out. What can I do today to make it a day that is worth the living! No one else has to bless the plan -- it is mine to bless and I will be blessed by living a day that will make a slight difference to me and to someone else.
To me, this is the difference between living and liking the fact that I have been given another day to live!
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