Yesterday morning, my eldest son woke me up 90 minutes before my alarm was scheduled to go off.
"Daddy," he said in a loud whisper, "Khali pooed on the floor."
Khali is our dog.
And having to clean up after her was literally a sh*tty way to start my day.
But we had a fun day planned with my family, and I decided I didn't want to spend it in a bad mood. So I cleaned up Khali's mess, got dressed, made myself a coffee... then took a few moments to enjoy it and hit "reset" on my day.
It worked. And the rest of the day was a lot of fun.
You're going to have rough mornings sometimes. That's inevitable.
When you do, you can let your bad morning turn into a bad day.
Or you can find your own way to press "reset" and start over.
Option two is always better.
- dp