9 a.m. reboots
This #thankyouthursday, I am grateful for 9 a.m. reboots.
And if it sounds curious that I needed a reboot at 9 a.m., consider that my three-year-old is VERY THREE and woke me up this morning at 6 a.m. in a foul mood.
Now, I’m not always a morning person myself, so I could relate to his attitude, but that doesn’t mean it was pleasant to endure—or that I handled the ensuing three hours particularly well.
However. I did endure, and I did handle, and, as three-year-olds are wont to do, my kid underwent a sudden and complete personality shift around 8:58 a.m. Quite abruptly, he was no longer grouchy and instead ready to enjoy a jog to the playground with his dad.
In that moment, a part of me wanted to stay annoyed—oh, like, NOW we’re all just supposed to be happy and do what you want? After what you just put us through?
But another part of me was like…YUP. That’s exactly what we’re supposed to do. I mean, when I’m in a bad mood and I’m finally ready to feel better, I definitely want the people around me to encourage the positive vibes, not punish me for having been upset.
So. They are at the playground, and I finally got a cup of coffee—and a very welcome 9 a.m. reboot.
Because there is still a lot of today left, and I would prefer to enjoy it.
And if (when?) things go sideways, we can always reboot again.
Love > fear,
Christina