I was all set to write a fabulous post all about being on the set of a show that David is working on, but Blogger is not uploading my photos. Sigh. I will try again tomorrow.
In the meantime, I was thinking a bit about something a friend mentioned yesterday. We were chatting about my blog and he asked how I make all of my stories come out "right"? At first I wasn't sure what he meant. He explained that my stories always end well, with humor or kindness or perhaps something learned.
I guess that I have a few different answers. One thing which I consider deeply before I post something is whether I am telling a story that I'd want my kids to read. Am I being unkind? Am I complaining? Am I telling a story that is not mine to tell?
The other thing which I consider, the thing which is honest and truly at the heart of this blog is that I firmly believe that we make our own happiness. I try to find joy in every single day. It is a choice, but the only one for me.
If I can laugh about my most difficult days, if I can find a small gem in a pile of misery, I will focus on it.
Because at the end of every day I can take an inventory of my life and know that I have all that a woman could ever need. The love of a good man, the sweet delights of mothering my girls, a warm house, chocolate. The perfect recipe for a grateful heart.
Only an idiot would complain about this life.