There are days when things just seem to be going wrong from the get go and it might be better just to go back to bed and start over. Unfortunately, that is not an option and so I find myself pushing through on auto-pilot to get to a place where I feel I can breathe again. I am trying to get through the bad day with the assumption that tomorrow will be better, but what if it isn’t?

Today is starting out as one of those days. We woke up late, the dog had an accident on the kitchen floor while we were getting breakfast and there is a huge pile of laundry I need to get done. I feel like crawling back into my nice warm bed and taking the day off, but the bed is already made and I don’t want to have to do it again. Instead, I will put a smile on my face and get busy so I can take part in life and not just survive. 

I have decided that “survival mode” is a state of mind and it just isn’t enough for me. Life is short and I need to be engaged in each and every day so that I don’t cheat myself out of the experiences. Walking around in survival mode works if all I want to do is get things done, but I want more than that. I want to actively participate in my life so it is not wasted. I want to be present in each and every moment, even the bad ones, because I never know where I might find a hidden treasure, a bit of joy in what can be an otherwise overwhelming time.