Over the past 3 or 4 weeks I have not been feeling so good. Each day varies, some better, some worse. I realize I have allowed myself to fall into an all to familiar rut.
I really do believe there are always 2ways to look at or deal with everything. How many times have I said, always live life to the max as best we can? I have said it many times but realize I have not been doing it.
During this time there have been days when I am not feeling at all good, but there have been other days where I am just I suppose feeling “not well”. These are the particular days I am thinking of. In these days to say I am feeling sick would be an over statement, more just not feeling well. I realize I have gotten to the point where, when even when I am feeling off, I am still just laying around. I suppose it is waiting for the day when I do feel good. This is craziness, my reality is I don’t know how many days I do have left, none of us do. Every moment wasted is a moment gone forever, a moment we can never get back or relive.
I am giving myself a kick in the butt for wasting so much time. OK, I don’t have control over how I feel physically but I do have control over how I am going to deal with it on a daily basis.
Everyday is a new day, a new beginning. At least to some extent I have the control over how I am going to spend that day. I can live it or I can mope aroundwasting a day because I am feeling a little off or worse yet, feeling sorry for myself.
NO more moping for me.