One person might read a post, think, “Hmm, that’s nice”, but remain unaffected.  Another person might read those same words and stop in their tracks.  Suddenly their eyes open, the birds sing and all of life makes sense, or at least a little part of it.

Recently, I was busy making dinner, helping the kids with homework and refereeing a fight.  I was tired and frustrated and on the verge of a tantrum.  I was headed to that dark place where everything is bad and everyone is against me.  You know the place: The Land of Woe is Me.  I’m a frequent visitor and even have an honorary key to the city.

When the kids were finally in bed, I did some lurking on the internet and found this post that really affected me*.  It wasn’t new advice.  I guess it was the way the writer said it, but it just hit me: I needed to stop complaining and fussing and whining.  I needed to put on my big girl pants and get over myself.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not always open to suggestions on how to be a more positive person.  I don’t enjoy criticism or realizing that I’ve been selfish or immature.  I’m not always ready to change or to think seriously about changing.  Generally, I don’t enjoy realizing that I’ve screwed up.

But fortunately I was ready to hear it right then.  My heart was searching for something and I stumbled upon the answer.

I love it when that happens.

And I know this positivity won’t last forever.  But if it helps  me be a nice person right now, well, that’s one less grumpy person that the world will have to deal with today.  I think that’s a good thing.  And besides, you do not want to see my grumpy face!

*I am so sorry, Mr. or Mrs. Writer of the Wonderfully Moving Post.  I don’t remember where you are.  But if I find you again, I promise I will link to your supertastic post. So, so, so sorry!