100 days to summer….meh… who cares

Good morning…full disclosure until I searched google this morning I had no idea this poem which I learned in grade school was born from such a renowned author…

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

There was a little girl,

Who had a little curl,

Right in the middle of her forehead.

When she was good,

She was very good indeed,

But when she was bad she was horrid.

So…other than a few grandson and hiking pictures I’ve been social media reticent…a rarity for me. But you see I am that little girl…

When I fall into my who cares head space not only am I reckless with my choices but I’m less empathetic towards others…I found myself wanting to comment…things like …you’re kidding right? Or duh…what did you expect? Fresh I know…but how we feel affects how we act or act out…so this little girl needed a timeout to reflect on her feelings and behavior.

I am extremely lucky that my bad moods are fleeting and I recognize when I am losing control.

I had no reason to be in that head space. Nothing horrible or upsetting occurred…yet there I sat…

During this time I found out about struggles and serious problems people I know are facing and wham perspective…I know where my lessons come from and am thankful and blessed to understand humility.

Everything we do impacts everything we do. If we want good things to happen we must start with a good foundation. Sometimes we need to make minor adjustments; sometimes may need to tear it all down and start over completely. It’s ok either way, as long as we build again.

Have a wonderful Wednesday.

Be Kind. Be thoughtful. Be willing to begin again. Namaste.