my word for the year is Joy, and recognized that the privilege of a hair-styling appointment could fit pretty well in the Joy column.
And I'd got my running gear on and my butt out the door, and it turned out that the crisp cold January day featured some sunshine and some pretty snazzy views and some winter blooms that make me think spring is possible. . . .
A good run, breakfast in town on the way to work, a great class, and then, yes, oh yes, a delightful, pampering visit with my hair-stylist. Now what was I whining about? (hangs head in shame).
Do you ever have days like that? Where activities seem to pile up, threaten to obliterate your happy, until you slow down and recognize that they're actually pretty good activities, taken one by one. Or am I alone in my grumbles? And do you have some good techniques for getting you to or through your fitness activity of choice? Or does your own Inner Wimp triumph too often? (Really, I do think it's important to indulge her occasionally.)
I have a good reason, actually, to keep "turning that frown upside down" -- I'll tell you soon. . . .