Dontcha just love it...
Dontcha just love it when you feel like things are great...
you're having a productive, comfortable, enjoyable day:
you're getting the housework done, or some of it anyway...
you're communicating well, trying to generate positive change in those you touch today, even if you didn't get to church this morning (tired, too tired...)you're talking to people that you care about about things that you care about and they're understanding (or trying to understand) where you are coming from...
You lose track of half an hour of that day and someone, anyone, comes in to that day and tries to make you accountable for that half an hour by being angry and noncommunicative and spiteful...and you try to shake it off.
But you feel it.
And it bugs you.
Because you're having such a good day and you prepared, you had a plan, you watched the clock, you figured he would call if he needed you, you lost track of time...
And he wants you to feel accountable for that time,
like it was his...
So you go about your business, vex...but not, 'cause you're having a GOOD DAY, and someone else comes in and gives you a gift...
and you realize that God does want you to have a great day, even if someone wants you to have a yucky one...
and you hug and kiss and smile your ass off, and then you laugh out loud, and say "Can't keep me down, No...just can't keep me down..."
'Cause you wanted your good day...
And you're getting it...
Cause it's your choice.
Dontcha just love it?
you're having a productive, comfortable, enjoyable day:
you're getting the housework done, or some of it anyway...
you're communicating well, trying to generate positive change in those you touch today, even if you didn't get to church this morning (tired, too tired...)you're talking to people that you care about about things that you care about and they're understanding (or trying to understand) where you are coming from...
You lose track of half an hour of that day and someone, anyone, comes in to that day and tries to make you accountable for that half an hour by being angry and noncommunicative and spiteful...and you try to shake it off.
But you feel it.
And it bugs you.
Because you're having such a good day and you prepared, you had a plan, you watched the clock, you figured he would call if he needed you, you lost track of time...
And he wants you to feel accountable for that time,
like it was his...
So you go about your business, vex...but not, 'cause you're having a GOOD DAY, and someone else comes in and gives you a gift...
and you realize that God does want you to have a great day, even if someone wants you to have a yucky one...
and you hug and kiss and smile your ass off, and then you laugh out loud, and say "Can't keep me down, No...just can't keep me down..."
'Cause you wanted your good day...
And you're getting it...
Cause it's your choice.
Dontcha just love it?
posted by Tashe | 6:23 PM
1 Comments:
Yeah, yeah, I love those days. And if anyone comes by to dump their baggage on me, I do as a friend told me, "Don't carry another person's baggage."
Your last 2 paragraphs remind me of my Jamaican gal pal. Oh boy, I need to write her.
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