…It’s harder than it sounds.

When I was younger, my dad used to tell me to “make it a good day.”

It’s been almost 7 years since he passed away and I hold those 5 little words close to my heart.  It’s one of those things that I can still picture him saying.  I can even hear the words coming out of his mouth.

I swear, though, that every morning I make that statement–I’m going to make it a good day!–it’s as if the world sets out to make sure I fail.

I don’t actually think the world is out to get me.  No worries.

But really.  I woke up with a good attitude this morning.  Made that statement.  Then, got to work and gave myself a paper cut within ten minutes.  Shortly thereafter, the campus police unlocked the front doors & nearly scared me to death.  They asked if the fire alarm had gone off.  Said there had been reports of smoke at the circulation desk.  Ummm… Well, this is the circulation desk.  There’s no smoke here.  And there hasn’t been an alarm since I got here 10 or 15 mintues ago. “Oh, okay,” they said.  And then turned around and walked out.

I feel safe.

So it’s been an interesting morning.  And it’s not even 7:30 yet.  I can hardly wait to see what the rest of the day will hold.