Trying to fit in my non-crabby pants

As some would say I’ve been a little salty these days…
I’m not sure how it got to being as bad as it has been…but I have been a little out of sorts these past few weeks. And while life has not sucked, it hasn’t been amazing either and mostly because my attitude is out of control.
It’s like my relationship with the gym. I have periods of being very diligent and committed to the treadmill, elliptical machine, and the weight room…then a weekend of craziness or a cold throws off the pattern and I get into a new rhythm of not spending time with my good friends at Gold’s.
I think I’ve fallen into a pattern of crabby. And while I recognize it…it is like going back to the gym. It’s hard to motivate myself to do the work…I just want to keep making excuses and feel justified.
Yesterday, I told someone “I need to pray for an attitude change.” it was sadly the first time I had even thought to do that…(this attitude change has needed to happen for a while). I was doing well until about 8 tonight. But did I pray for strength to keep exercising my happy muscles? nope. I slipped right back into the rhythm of crabby.

I apologize world for the grey I have been bringing and the unpleasant sight of me in my crabby pants. Here is a new step forward…
Things I am tremendously grateful for:
Grace, laughter, friends who will let me talk through my stuff, soup suppers, good hair days, having the dishes done, fun shoes, my comfy sweatpants and soft bed, the promise of a good breakfast tomorrow, fun plays to go see, and knowing that tomorrow is a new day.