Look on the bright side or close your eyes! ~Bertha
There’s a chapter in my work in progress in which Bertha is attacking one wall in every room of the house with shockingly bright colored paint. She also manages to turn the cat into an electric blue tipped Persian…but I digress. Her point is that I should always find a way to look at the bright side and the paint is a visual reminder to do it.
I woke up with this story replaying in my mind this morning probably because I have a summer cold and I’ve been a bit whiney. I did look around the room and thankfully the walls were still pastel coral. I suppose that is a bright side and I really don’t think the smell of paint would help my cold.
So what have my complaints been about?
Well, this is the week that I’m scheduled to work summer school so of course I’ve bemoaned the timing of the cold. Bertha reminds me that it could have been last week when I was on vacation with my children or even next week when they will be coming here for a visit. She also reminds me that I’m only working four hours and my only real responsibilities are emergent in nature—nothing routine.
All of this is true.
I am grateful that I felt exceptionally well at the beach and that I should be feeling better again by next week. I am excited to work the shorter days and the money will come in handy—I always seem to be able to spend it for something.
So I’m heading out…feeling a bit more optimistic with a box of Kleenex in my bag…wait…is that where my extra money is going…Bertha…I just closed my eyes…you’d better start painting…