I woke up early today, excited over all I get to
do before the clock stikes midnight.
I have responsibilities to fulfill today.
I am important.
My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy
or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money
or I can be glad that my finances
encourage me to plan my purchases wisely
and guide me away from waste.
Today I can lament over all that my parents
didn't give me when I was growing up
or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns
or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn my lack of friends
or I can excitedly embark upon a guest
to discover new relationships.
Today I can where because I have to go to work
or I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.
I can complain because I have to go to school or
eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new
tidbits of knowledge.
Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to
do housework or I can feel honored because the
Lord has provided helter for my mind, body and soul.
Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped.
And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping
What today will be like is up to me.
I get choose what kind of day I will have!
This letter was sent to me by DenimAngle
