First thing I realized when I woke up this morning was that I have a checkup scheduled.
One I had completely forgotten about.
Which means I have to drag myself out of bed a little earlier than usual.
I managed.
When I was ready to leave the house I discovered one of my car tyres is flat.
Lovely!
The temptation to be angry was getting really strong at that point.
I get to the petrol station only to wait a little more to get some air in my tyre.
I am running out of time!
You know how everyone just works in slow motion when you are in a hurry.
Like they are trying to punish you?
I still managed to keep my cool.
It is not their fault my tyre is old and worn out.
As soon as I could, I started driving to the clinic.
It came as no surprise that the queue was long when I got there.
But my heart still dropped.
I had no patience left.
I was ready to utter the famous words of my generation: “morning ruined”.
Not a minute later I realised I was surrounded by people who had so many problems.
Mostly physical…
Varying degrees of pain and discomfort.
Some almost hopeless.
And I was just there for a checkup, which went well.
Was my morning really that bad?
Was there really no way to redeem my day?
Was going to be up for the next 12 hours a misery?
I don’t think so.
I had a horrid morning, granted.
But I want to have a good day.
I will.
And being grateful seems to be a good start.
