Have you noticed that some days
or months all you notice are the worst things? The bad things, the depressing things, the worrisome things?
Even when not a whole lot shifted, you can still wake up
at 4am in a life-sucks funk.
And proceed to wear your funk glasses all day.
Which is not to be confused with funky, which is often a good thing
unless we’re talking about sock smells.
So what do I do on those days of funk glasses other than
slump in a chair near my non-cuddly dog and figure all the ways everyone’s life is better than mine whine softly into my daughter’s Snuggie?
I try to remember something good. Anything, big or miniscule, that happened recently and say to myself, Wendy, seeeeeee?
In case you couldn’t tell, I am not a good bowler. I took bowling in high school one semester, and my scores decreased the more I bowled. I nose-dived from a mediocre bowling score to a most excellent golfer score. Too bad I was still at the bowling alley.
But that’s not important now. What’s important now is for me, the funk-glasses-wearer, to remember the strikes!
That is my advice to you if you’re wearing your funk glasses today. Remember the strikes!