My days for the most part are fairly mundane and routine. As you all know, I have no problem with that because I really love routine and that certain rhythm that hums in the background of the day. And there's no doubt that I'm really accustomed to the pace at which our lives move.
Aside from all that has happened with Carl, (who is still on crutches), rarely in our lives are there big or grand events, rather most days are made up of the same things, only repeated in slightly different ways. My goal is to live simply and stick to the routine as closely as I can. Yet there are some days that my life, or anyone's for that matter, is anything but simple and anything but easy or routine. But I wouldn't trade my life for anything, because even when it's not all that easy, something inside me always helps me to really see the good and the positive.
So today when Todd jumped up and grabbed a towel off the counter, that had a pan of freshly made tomato cream sauce (that was for tonight's dinner) cooling on top of it and it fell onto the floor, splattering all over my kitchen rug, I tried to not get upset--Because the rug, the floor, the stove and cabinets needed a good cleaning anyway--Yes, as hard as it really was this time, it's always a good idea to try and see the good. Don't you agree?