I can tell you about my day in three different ways:
Story 1: I woke up on Mother’s Day throwing up, with a migraine, and trouble breathing. I felt horrible and like something had taken over my body. I took 4 naps to make it through the day. Cue sarcasm — what a Mother’s Day.
Story 2: I woke up feeling awful, and my husband and son played outside in our randomly warm and gorgeous weather. My son played in the kiddie pool where the water was as warm as ice. They checked on me, and took care of me throughout the day. Eventually I came outside and sat quietly in the sun.
Story 3: The universe wanted me to slow down and knew the best way was to make me rest my body. No long runs, no lists to mark items off, just sleep, sun, and my favorite boys.
Stories 2 and 3 sound pretty good, but we usually tell folks Story 1 — poor me. I even told a few close friends that story today. Story 1 is easy to tell others, and is often how we feel in the middle of being sick or at the height of our drama.
What’s interesting is that we always have a choice.
You get to decide how you want to live and what you want to believe.
What story will you choose?
