--Lately I find myself drawn to the over powering realization that even the dang fool so called bad days have their fair share of beauty embedded in them.
--To often we get bogged down in the torment of the moment to glance any further to realize it.
--My wife usually gives me such a look when I’m up to my butt in troubles and then I sigh and say something like well at least the sky isn't falling.
--It's not that I’m addle minded. Or maybe I am. It just seam’s such a waste to have a couple of bad moments ruin a perfectly good day.
--To often milking the negatives I find only produces more of the same. Accepting the fact that bad thing's happen, and getting on with the rest of the day usually gives the positives a chance to blossom and appear .
--I know it's all in how you look at it. But it seam’s to work for me. Since I’ve been doing this even bad days have turned good before the sunsets and that’s what matter in my book.
--Now if I could just get my wife and children to give it a shot I’d be doing something. But I figure sooner or later they'll come around because everybody likes a good day.....
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