The sign above pretty much sums up my view of life. It is rarely the events of a day that determine if it is bad or good, but my attitude towards them. Obviously, some bad days are just bad days regardless of your attitude - my cousin's death is a bad day no matter how bloody cheerful I was prior to getting the news - but someone else's attitude in a meeting? That will only ruin my day if I let it.
I am, generally, a very positive person. I find that it makes life more enjoyable.
It also means that when life starts coming up roses, and you're already a happy person, it's really hard not to walk around doing this all day long:
|Oh dancing Nathan Fillion, how I love thee!|
I know I said I wouldn't talk much about work on here, but work has been great. I grow to love my job a little bit more every day.
If you follow me on Instagram, you know that this happened last Friday:
If you don't know who Eddie Izzard is (what's wrong with you?) then you need to watch this:
Oh, November 29th! You can't come fast enough.
I joined my brother's Yahoo Fantasy Premier League this year. I did it for various reasons but I honestly expected to spend my time at the bottom of the pool (I even named myself GunningforLast FC), stumbling through my picks and hoping that I (re)learn something about a league I love but haven't actively followed in about 10 years. It's early weeks yet, but I've done better than I expected.
That, my friends, is me sitting in 5th place. And that little asterisk in Week 7? That's indicating I was the points leader for the week. Week 6? I was 1 point behind the point leader. I'm feeling pretty darn pleased with myself right now.
Hopefully, I'm still sitting so pretty after this weekend.
On the flip side of feeling 'woo-hoo', Ireland is officially out of World Cup 2014 in Brazil and I can't even blame this guy:
|Thierry Henry's handball, seen by everyone in the world except the ref, allowed|
France to win against Ireland and knock us out of a spot in South Africa 2010.
Despite messing up my left tricep and bicep three weeks ago, I continue to love kickboxing and bootcamp. I was seriously bummed when I couldn't make class due to a cold-flu-breathing-issue last week. Unfortunately, I was so excited about getting back at it this week and kicking butt in kickboxing, that I left the gym after class in a haze of euphoria and failed to see the Pothole of Doom so I'm out until next week or whenever my knee scab heals and I can bend my leg again.
|The Pothole was totally that goalie.|
That and finding an activity that taps into my hidden desire to kick people's asses.
I guess that's what it really comes down to: I'm happy because I get to punch and kick things and no one gets mad at me.
I'm sounding really well adjusted right now.