“The Best Day EVER!”

Don’t you just love it when the simplicity of a child’s thinking jolts your world?

It happened to me yesterday when a friend shared the extraordinary spin her five-year-old son placed upon a rather ordinary Saturday.child

The young lad awoke proclaiming the day was going to be “my best day ever!” He continued to announce it throughout the day finding joy in even the most routine of chores. At breakfast he orchestrated the family’s conversation, beaming and announcing again it was to be his best day ever. This continued as he helped his dad around the house, held the family guinea pig while his mom cleaned the cage and even while shopping at Costco. While being tucked in that night he said, “Thanks, Mom, that was the best day ever!”

The next morning he awoke and while snuggling with his mom on the couch, proclaimed, “This is going to be the best day ever!”

“What? I thought yesterday was the best day ever,” she responded.

“Yes, Mom, every day is the best day ever because I’m a kid and Kids’ Day is every day!” Smiling wide he continued, “Yep, it’s gonna be the best day ever until my brother and I are adults!”

Mom reflected on her sons optimism. As adults, wouldn’t it be nice to wake up each morning believing each day was going to be our best day ever?

Yes, my friend, it would be nice. No, actually, it would be amazing if we faced each and every day with such a positive approach.

I admit I often do not meet the challenges of each day with such a glowing attitude. My day can be progressing just fine and dandy and then wham! A phone call brings discouraging news. The mailman delivers unexpected turmoil. A sudden remembrance threatens peace of mind. A relationship clash saps enthusiasm.

I’m not talking about “death in the family” phone calls or “your home is being foreclosed on” notices. That type of news is truly devastating.

It’s the more mundane things that we allow to rob us of joy that this youngster’s chipper attitude spoke to, at least for me. You know, the annoyances, the frustrations, the he/she “gets on my last nerve” situations. The waiting for circumstances to fall into place. The needing-to-make-a-decision-but-can’t-quite-decide-what-to-do scenarios. The stuff of day-to-day living on this earth.

In a moment’s time, any number of things can threaten to ruin what only moments before had been a great day. Worry and anxiety and unrest reign where only minutes ago, everything was fine. And suddenly I want nothing more than to crawl under the covers and escape.have a great day

I think I’ll post a “this is the best day ever!” prompt on my refrigerator… and on the bathroom mirrors… and on the dash of my minivan… and on the computer screen. As a reminder not to let the minor bumps in the road steal the joy from my day. Even the instead-of-a-refund-we-owe-$600-in-taxes revelation does not have to ruin an entire day.

Thanks for the inspiring lesson, my five-year-old friend.

 

 

 

 

Odd, random musings for January 12, 2016

January 12As one-third of this the first month in 2016 has expired, I find myself suffering from a worsening case of the January doldrums. I usually sink deep into the relative calm that follows the holidays with a sigh of relief. But soon the lack of a thousand things on my to-do list lapses into an uncomfortable and awkward state of the blahhhhs.

All of my best intentions for accomplishing important tasks in the slower-paced days after Christmas got up and went somewhere far away. I bet it’s warm there.

Winter has finally arrived in my corner of the world in all of its brilliant beauty and force. Bone-chilling cold, ice, snow… the usual stuff for January. It’s pretty but cold. And the cold and I have a less amicable relationship each year.

clinton-community-garden-new-york-city-winter-january-2014-wet-snowOne of the tasks awaiting my attention is my email inbox that is in drastic need of major purging. I’m shamefully embarrassed about the number of messages in my email inbox. There are… umm…no, no, I can’t even type the numbers representing the sum of messages languishing innocently there. Fear of deleting something important, possibly even life-altering keeps me from deleting the whole mess with a one click.

So beginning tomorrow—or the day after that, end of the week for sure—I will spend five to ten minutes, two to three times throughout the day deleting messages that I no longer need. It will be so freeing to not cringe—or shield my eyes—from the growing number of messages. And THIS year, I do solemnly swear to keep a tighter rein on my inbox. file1711288976835

I made a small dent in the January blahhhhhs today.

I’m counting on a punching a bigger hole in these doldrums tomorrow.

There’s a whole lot of important, relevant  things I plan to tackle this year.

But tonight I may just sit by the fire and indulge in one more evening of non-productivity.

What about you? How is 2016 shaping up? What are you hoping to accomplish?