Have you ever woken up reluctantly after 2 snooze button hits, searched for your glasses on the night table, then on the floor so you can make it to the bathroom without running into the wall, slumped on the toilet and thought – only 15 hours until I can get back into bed!? Or are you one of those people – “happy” people, who bounce out of bed no matter what nightmare is on tap for the day and hum your way to the john with your rose colored glasses firmly in place?
I hate to admit it, because damn! if I didn’t wish I had been born in the gene pool of the latter but truth be told, I am more in the former. I had to work at happy. Every step of the way. It didn’t occur naturally for me. I was born with my baseline level on the lower end of the spectrum of “happy”. Happy was a destination I was always on my way to like the kid in the backseat asking his parents, “Are we there yet?” No, not yet.