MIAGD: make it a great day
It’s pushing on 9:30 AM, I have a brand-new day, a long one, but a damned exciting one chomping at the bit to get underway.
Over on Rockhill Drive, a work crew is busy pounding an drilling away at pavement, preparing the driveway from my neighbors, Bob and Chris.
To the west of me, I can hear one of the band directors’ voices amplified, giving instructions to the 2016 Marching Firebirds as their season gets underway with rehearsals.
On one of the telephone cables in the easement directly next to my property, two cardinals are having a major jam session.
It’s perfect.
I’m always a little frustrated when I hear folks say things, such as, “oh, it’s just another day,” or “I got a make it through this day,” or “thank God it’s Friday.”
No! No! No!
It’s 9:30 AM, and I’ve still not accomplished anything more than hitting the deck, drinking my coffee, eating a doughnut, telling the girls to get away from the door that leads to Griffith’s room, texting with my sister-in-law about preparations for the weekend, tidying up some emails, checking out next weeks teaching schedule, and…
Dang! I may not have moved from my chase lounge on the deck, but I sure as hell accomplished quite a bit without moving. That movement part is coming next.
It’s a new day. Regardless the newness of the day, it’s already a great day.
Once upon a time, I would’ve been frustrated if I’d been all dressed up, and dribbled toothpaste down the front of my shirt.
Last week, I didn’t even notice until the end of the teaching day that I had a ton of toothpaste down the front of my shirt. I laughed, and tossed it into the dirty clothes basket.
It’s a new day.
While you are starting your new day, listen to this song from the Broadway musical, THE WIZ, and make it a great day, folks.
