At my daughter's league championship soccer game yesterday, one of my favorite girls sort of tripped over her own feet as she was hustling for a ball.
"Her heart was willing but her feet weren't able," I said and everyone laughed. (Yeah. I'm a card.)
But, you know, that could be a metaphor for my life lately. (Yeah. I'm a dork.)
I feel like negativity is completely permeating the world right now. Sure, the economy sucks, loved ones are sick, and some people are hopelessly jobless. I understand that. But I don't think it is an excuse for other people to be meaner, nastier, and more isolated than ever.
I'm trying to stay upbeat. I'm trying to chill. I'm trying to only obsess about the things that are really important.
But I keep getting dragged down into the muck. My heart is willing to be happy and free, but my head isn't able.
I'm just so tired. I'm tired of people. I'm tired of guilt.
You can't just cruise through life and expect to be happy. You have to make happy. You have to work at it. It's like a good marriage or partnership in that way.
I'm going to shift gears, right now, today. And force myself to find the happy.
Who's with me?