It could have been worse.
Does anyone remember
Pollyanna anymore?
You know, the girl from the
books. She was an orphan I think and went to live with her aunt. Or someone.
Anyway, somewhere in the
town, lived a cranky old woman who was perpetually sick and as
cantankerous as the bedsores she was probably sitting on. Pollyanna, in her
impertinent way, made friends with this lady and introduced her to ‘the glad game’.
‘The glad game ‘is a game
where no matter what the circumstance is, you find a way to be positive about
it.
It’s completely cheesy, but
I have to admit, for many years now, I’ve been playing it too.
I’ve always been a ‘glass
is almost full’ kind of kid; I’m too lazy to be upset, it requires too much
energy.
Here’s how I play the game
with my recent experience…
·
I could
have gotten sick when my mum was teaching and then I wouldn’t have had anyone
to look after Q.
·
My
husband could have been unwilling to move to his in-laws for 6 days so I could
recuperate
·
It could
have been glorious warm spring weather. Rain and cold meant I could lie on the
couch in tracky-dacks and not feel like I was missing out on anything while
simultaneously managing to cover my dreadful, ugly full-body rash.
·
It was
only acute bronchitis. Very close to pneumonia, but it wasn’t. That would have
really sucked.
·
Could have happened right before we were
heading OS in which case I would have had to delay my departure for sure.
See how it works folks?
Suddenly having breathing difficulties, a head to toe magnificently itchy rash
and serious exhaustion doesn’t seem so bad after all!
Try it peeps, see if it
works for you.
Have a great weekend.