Yesterday was my 37th birthday. I woke up expecting to have a bad day. I was in a poor, pitiful, lonely me mood. My son didn't wish me a Happy Birthday as he left the house and I thought that must be an omen for the day. After getting out of the shower, I found a couple test messages from my sisters wishing me a Happy Birthday. Then Austin sent me a text from his friends "Happy Birthday Austin's Mommy!" My mood improved a little. On the drive to get my morning Coke, I saw a few snow flakes. The mood brightened a little more. A friend called and I was able to vent a few of my holiday/birthday frustrations and felt better. It started snowing! I felt a lot better. The snow did it. I was in a much better mood. I love snow on my birthday! The day ended on a positive note. My parents stopped by, a couple of friends came over, and we had a delicious birthday cake courtesy of Austin.
Now I am thinking about what I want to accomplish in the next year. Do I tackle a "38 by 38" list or a more realistic "40 by 40" and give myself 3 years to accomplish the "to dos"? Or do I forget a list and resolve to live the best life I can in the next year? I'm not sure.
All I really know is that I want to wake up expecting the best out of the day rather than the worst. Maybe that is the lesson I need to take away from the last year and whether or not I make a list, make "Expect the best" the number one to-do.