Miserable. Not.

Despite my recent habit of complaining, I am not miserable. Please read that again. I am not miserable.

I.

Am.

Not.

Miserable.

But I have gotten into a pretty nasty habit of seeing the negative instead of the positive. And I've let that attitude slip into my conversations and discussions. I'm sorry about that. A Negative Nellie is never fun to be around and can sap the energy right out of you. I so don't want to be that or do that.

I have so many blessings in my life that I should be focusing on those. Like telling you how Little Miss was singing Climb Up Sunshine Mountain and replaced the lyrics "turn, turn from sin and doubting" with "turn, turn your little bootie" and insisted that those were indeed the lyrics. I almost drove off the road I was laughing so much.

Or how hubs sat and pet my head until I fell asleep, because I was having such trouble falling asleep.

Or how I found the television and DVD remotes BOTH in the same day. Trust me that this was an extraordinary moment and definitely one to be celebrated.

Not being miserable isn't always about being incredibly happy and having nothing go wrong, it's about being okay with the things that happen and adapting to them. I'm reminded of a willow tree's branches. They are strong and yet they bend and flow. They are consistent and steadfast. And they protect and shield those within their care. Sometimes I feel very much like that.

I may bend and adapt, but I am not miserable.

I promise.