Choosing Your Mood, Creating Your Future

We woke up this morning to delightful sunshine piercing through the cracks of the blinds. It put me in an excellent mood. Then I raised the blinds in my son’s light-filled east-facing room and saw it. Snow. Over everything. Mood instantly changed.

We’d been dusted while we were sleeping and as I write this all that snow has melted (and the clouds have rolled in). But that 10-second emotional rollercoaster this morning has colored the rest of my day.

I got a call from our trusted mechanic today and what we thought might be a small job that would cost a couple hundred dollars has turned out, upon closer inspection, to be something that will cost more. A lot more.

A productive morning has given way to a mentally sluggish afternoon.

A search for something pleasant and entertaining to read in the blogosphere over lunch became a descent into articles about models starving themselves (and eating tissues to feel full) and postpartum depression.

A morning of smart eating has given way to a craving to eat all the rest of the Easter candy in the house. (I haven’t given in. Yet. And at least I’m not eating tissues.)

Life can spin you around pretty quickly, in small ways and big ways. My problems, in the scheme of things, are very small. And then I see something like the video below and the sun comes out again in a big way.

Anything is possible. You can do it if you put your mind to it. So what are you going to do with the life you’ve been given?

April’s Short Story Is Here–and It’s Free Today Only!

The next morning the sun was behind a cloud, but they started on, as if they were quite sure which way they were going.

‘If we walk far enough,’ said Dorothy, ‘I am sure we shall sometime come to some place.’

This line from chapter 14 of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by Lyman Frank Baum did not inspire April’s short story, but it did provide the title after it was written. I’m particularly proud of We Shall Sometime Come to Someplace as a story that attempts to combine the three main conflicts (man vs. nature, man vs. man, and man vs. himself) into one short tale, and also alludes to three particular well-known stories that involve portals and other worlds of some sort.

I first had the inkling of an idea for this story a couple years ago during a drive in March when the skies were studded with clouds that looked like they belonged to the month of July. It grew from the short note I jotted down about it and an element of one of my recurring dreams.

Because I like this story so much, I’m offering it free on its release day (and that, my friend, is today) so click here and get your free copy! (No, this is not an April Fool’s joke; it really is free.)

We Shall Sometime Come to Somplace