Yesterday I started to feel sorry for myself.
Things once again weren't going the way they were supposed to.
(Which has felt like the theme of my life this summer at times.)
And then I stopped.
I can be upset. Or I can look for something beautiful in the midst of this. And give this "imperfection" the opportunity to be a gift.
And of course, if that doesn't seem to work - I can get a push up pop...
That makes everything better.