Driving in to work seemed a shame on a day this beautiful but, I have bills to attend to and clients, that I care about, who will need me today. Technology conspiring against me; I discover my tools are not working as they should. It doesn't even faze me inside. I grumble, just loud enough so that my boss will know how “disappointed” I am, not being able to do the work I had scheduled. Secretly coveting this opportunity to read a few pages of book ten in the “Wheel of Time” series, enjoy my iced tea, and do a little writing.
Billie Holliday serenades my soul with haunting ‘melodies, of days gone by’. A text or two from my best friend and a chance to breathe a little for a change; who says Mondays have to be all gloom and doom? I answer a few e-mails, make a few calls and wonder why they call this work.
Next week I travel to Texas to do an installation and training. I hope to get a chance to meet up with some friends while I am there. Travel is my favorite part of the job. I go, I see, I meet, I share, I learn, I come home, I love it.
This isn’t a diary entry. This isn’t poetry nor a short story. This is a snapshot of a day that I could have complained about. It is a declaration of satisfaction that I chose otherwise. It is a reminder for myself if the occasion arises later for me to forget these simple lessons: 1) enjoy the sunrise 2) love is there 3) smile when things go wrong 4) there is much to look forward to.
I can choose the beauty of contentment.
Roger H. P. Clark