Lucky Day

Today is your lucky day if you think it is.

Yes, it can be that simple. Don't try to get all rational about it, and start adding up logistics and woes and excuses and nonsense and craptastic attitude inhibitors.

Today is your lucky day if you think it is.

Today is the day you get that PR, or you make that lift, or you just have a damn good workout in which you don't feel the injury you're nursing.

Maybe for an hour today, your heart soars and you forget your troubles, your losses, your empty ache in this life.

That's a lucky day, isn't it?

There will be a shitload of things that happen today that you cannot control. Things at work, things at home, things in your heart that never see the light of any day but still they rest somewhere deep at the echoing end of your soul.

Deal.

Deal with each and every situation: decide if each one is a challenge or a burden.

But remember this: Challenges are a hell of a lot more fun than burdens.

The only thing you can control is your attitude.

You can explode or you can laugh.

You can fall or you can rise.

You can hurt or you can help.

A slap, or a tussle of the hair and a "Go get 'em, kid." You get to decide. How glorious is that?

So, pick what you're going to do. 

And don't be surprised when your attitude predicts your accomplishment.