i am gonna tell you a story that i heard in a training session through work. it changed my outlook and i cling to it when things get tough, lengthy but worth the read i promise. better in person but here goes...

a middle age lady sits in her office one friday afternoon about this time of year, april...and her boss comes in and tells her she just got a promotion. the job of her dreams. she is so exited and elated, she is giggling to herself and cant wait to tell her freinds... (imagine how this feels)

she decides over the weekend, to go out and buy herself a new wardrobe to go with her new job on monday morning.
she proceeds to buy some very nice expensive suits, but she says to herself, i am worth it, i need to look proffessional to be in this new important job.

she comes to work monday morning walking down the sidewalk in front of her building,waring her brand new suit, feeling on top of the world proudly walking with the sun shining the snow is melting spring is in the air as she approaches the building, she sees a car comming towards her from afar...its speeding, it catches her eye, but as she gets in front of the building she sees a coworker and she stops to talk...she tells her about her new position...just then out of the corner of her eye, the car that was approaching, crosses four lanes of traffic and swerves towards her in the bus lane splashing her with dirty, wet cold slush.......

she stands there, dripping about to cry...speechless.
she wonders how she can go to work, looking like this, her new suit ruined her first day on the job...she is so deflated.
then, from behind her, a man runs up, it was the driver of the car...he says to her...ma'am i am so sorry, i didnt mean to splash you, as i approached the intersection a child stepped off the curb, i swerved to miss him, i almost hit him, i had nowhere to go, i am so sorry...

the woman realizes that it was an accident, he was a hero he was swerving to miss a kid, and somehow she feels better...still wet, still soaked to the skin, suit still ruined but...somehow this helps....

she thanked the man, who was helping her wipe the slush and as she glanced up, she seen the little boy approaching, the man says there he is, theres the little guy...the woman stops...........

she is speechless...the little boy, was her son.....
you can imagine how she feels at this moment being covered in slush, still wet and dripping, suit still ruined...does it matter............hell no.

so...the moral of this story is...
everyday we get hit with the slush of life.
its how you choose to see it, and how you choose to let it affect you.
when you get hit with slush its still wet its still dirty, but you dont have to let it ruin your day, you can choose to find some good in it.
everday people throw slush at us, knowingly or not.....
we have seven days out of a week to make the most of our life. people have been programmed to believe mondays are crappy days.....ughhh its monday.
well if you already decided mondays are a crappy day, now you only have six days out of seven that could possible be good days. lets think about this, if you live to be 70 and you already decided mondays are bad, you have cut out 15% of your life that can be good.
now...like us, if we let our ex's ruin one day a week for us..just one day....thats another 15% of our life...i wish it was only one day a week....so come on girls, lets not let them get us down.....wipe off that slush and dont give them the satisfaction to control your life...and your destiny.....
you can decide how they are gonna make you feel.
do whatever you have to ....to turn it around....
and remind me to read this when mine pisses me off...cause i need to be reminded too...
if you cant wipe the slush off yourself call for help...we will all be there for ya...

just ramblings until we practice...