Everyday

Did you ever notice how long it takes to go from bad mood to good mood, than it is to do the opposite? Something happens at work - boom, bad mood. How long before you get out of that?...probably not until you leave for the day, if even that early. You vent it out and let it go. Hopefully.

I never really stopped and made a conscious thought to start each day happy although some people do. I've always been a generally happy person. I enjoy making people laugh and laughing myself. Most times laughing AT myself. I try to learn as I go, from my own experiences and from my friends.

One of the things I think escapes us often are our surroundings. I think we get into a routine and don't take time to "smell the roses" so to speak. I am not a morning person but somehow I get up, get ready and head to work. Once I leave the house the chilly temperature hits my face and I am awake. I realize I am breathing deeper, grateful for the fact that I can breathe without a problem. Try to clear my head. And everyday when I walk east from my house to the PATH train, I see the reflection of the sunshine on the Hudson River. It makes me smile. While its bitter cold out, its still gorgeous and looks like Spring/Summer on the water. Which makes me appreciate its beauty, although having a close relationship with the Hudson knowing it isn't always the cleanest (living at Marist College) I put that thought aside. Water has always been a part of my life, everywhere I have lived. It will always, until the day I die, calm me. As will music. Guess I am just like my dad.

I follow the droves of commuters to the PATH train, take my 14 minute ride and as I'm walking up the steps out to the city streets I see the sun before it hits my face, glasses down, I walk into the blinding sun and am grateful for sight. As I ascend and reach the top step, I am grateful for my legs and the fact that I can walk. I feel the burn and think to myself, I've got to work out harder. Get to my building and realize I'm still breathing a little harder. Sweet.

Once I enter the office I still know in a few minutes I'll be talking to friends all over the states, they make me smile, every single day. I am grateful for them.

It's those little things we take for granted. Try to embrace them for we are only given one life.

That being said, today is my father's birthday. He would have been 63 years old. Still young.
Happy birthday, Dad. I miss you. Big hugs. Love, Becca Bee.