Going to Work

The sun is coming up in the east, brightening the morning nicely. It is still wet outside from all the rain we got last night, but I am hopeful that the sun will bring warmth which will dry the patio enough for me to sit outside sometime later today.

The winter here in Michigan was brutal this year. Record snowfall, record low temperatures, and winter hanging on well into spring made it hard to believe there was ever going to be an end in sight. Even now there are patches of snow hidden beneath bushes and piles from snow plows still hanging on giving me reason to believe that winter is still not truly over.

Being stuck in the house for so many months, has taken it’s toll on my mood and most definitely my perspective.

“You can’t get anywhere unless you start.”

I did not want to get out of bed this morning. It wasn’t for lack of sleep, it’s just that I didn’t want to go to work today especially because “going to work” only meant rolling out of bed. The minute my feet hit the ground, I’m working. Every other person in this house can get up and enjoy a period of leisure, up until they have to leave the house to “go to work” or “go to school” or “go to anywhere but here.” Me? Well I’m here and here and here. Oh yeah, I do go to the grocery store, the produce market, and the big box stores when required, but that is just an extension of my job here at home.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. I wouldn’t trade it for one of those highfalutin corporate office jobs with a grumpy boss and gossiping co-workers. The only perk I can see with that type of job is that when you leave the office, work is done. For me, the work is from sun-up to sun-down.

Conversely —

“Eighty percent of success is just showing up.”

That being said, I’m already a success this morning. Everyone else in this house has to work a whole lot harder to get to the point of success I’ve reached just by getting out of bed.

See how perspective can turn things around. Is the glass half-empty or half-full? Depending on my mood, I can go either way, but when I can rub the sleep from my eyes and take the blinders off, I remember that I have the best job in the world.

No job is perfect. Scrubbing toilets, washing windows (or streaking them in my case), pulling weeds, and scouring pans might not be all that glamorous, but making the lives of the people I work for (my family) richer, is where my heart is. Some mornings, I just need to remind myself of this so I can be — Simply Grateful.

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