I have been ransacking my bookshelves for an antique copy of A.A. Milne’s Winnie The Pooh that I know is hiding somewhere in this house. That’s because I keep stumbling into quotes by this British author and I think the tale of this funny bear and his little friends would be good for me. 

Last night I giggled at this:

“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”

What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”

“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.

Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.

The last few weeks have been more exciting than normal but not the right kind of exciting. I did thousands of dollars worth of damage to my car by hitting a deer a few weeks ago. My mother was sick, dad had outpatient surgery, work has been busy AND my rental car had a flat tire yesterday. A knee injury has kept me limping into the chiropractor’s office for weeks. I also bled all over my kitchen after slicing open a finger with a serrated knife Saturday night. I probably should have sought stitches but there was no way I was venturing out to the hospital, the place where they keep all the sick people.

I have enough problems as it is. 

Despite this spate of poor luck, there’s a flip side to every one of those stories. I wasn’t injured in the crash, my deductible is low, my folks are ok, I am gainfully employed and my rental car flat was at home rather than along a lonely highway. My knee is doing better and I didn’t bleed to death in my own kitchen.

See? Sunny side up. All things to be grateful for.

Plus, breakfast will be in a few short hours and, as Pooh would say, that’s pretty exciting too.