When I woke up this morning, my first thought was, "My life sucks." George and I had another "incident" with Cindy last night and we woke feeling zapped of emotional and physical energy.
And then I remembered that it's Cindy's life that sucks right now, not mine. And her life sucks in direct proportion to the crazy decisions that she's making.
I bounced out of bed, headed to my Pilates class at the YWCA and then came home to a bowl of yogurt with fresh raspberries.
My life is good.