Mutable attitudes

This #thankyouthursday, I am grateful for mutable attitudes.

The last couple weeks have been rather intense, and I would not like to repeat them.

But at this exact moment, all is quiet. My daughter (who is now six months old?!?!?!!!) is asleep, looking about as angelic as a human could possibly be. My son is at summer camp, possibly hating it, but at least hanging in there until my workday is done. My spouse is off meeting his obligations as well, and in a couple hours we will all be together.

There has been so much change, and I have been having so many feelings. Over the weekend I was particularly upset, and I decided I wanted to change. So I invoked some effective cliches:

This too shall pass. Move a muscle, change a thought. Let go, let God. Bless them, change me. Grant me the serenity.

Of course the actions of others affect me. But ultimately, my attitude is all mine to manage. I’m so glad I know how to change.

I most certainly don’t always get it right—just ask my four-year-old. Fortunately for me, his attitude is mutable, too.

Love > fear,
Christina