Looking for open doors

When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one that has opened for us.
- Alexander Graham Bell

I feel that I could be at this place myself.  Is it the itchy feet, the restfulness or the sense of doing the same thing all that time, that is making me grumpy and dissatisfied.

I want to feel that excitement when I wake, wondering that will happen not the trudge I feel at the moment.

It can be very difficult to stop looking longingly at the closed door.

So today I start looking for that open door, that door that offers the promise of new shiny things, well not really but new adventures and new people.

I gaze out the window at the wonderful spring day ( well it will be string in 3 days) and know that there is something new for me to do, today I start looking.

Ack! the tea bag committed suicide!!

Have you ever had one of those incidents in the work kitchen where there is just no saving it.

I went to make a morning tea cuppa.

There really isn't a lot of thought needed in getting a tea bag out of the canister, putting hot water in the cup, jiggle the bag, and add milk.

It's a time of day where you can ponder as much or as little as you want.

This morning was no different.  As I reach into the canister to get my tea bag I'm thinking about life the universe and everything and suddenly I notice something odd.  A second tea bag has not attached itself, but rather, come along for the ride and as I move my hand from over the counter to 'no mans land' it decides that it is sick of being a tea bag, waiting for someone to choose it, and it falls to the ground.

Now I know you are with me, there is no 5 second rule for tea bags in communal kitchens, there is no putting that tea bag back into the canister, well I really hope everyone in my office agrees with me, because I really don't want to use a tea bag that has been sitting on the floor for any length of time.

Ode to a tea bag

There once was a sad old tea bag

Who wanted a new tag that said his name was Chad

He saw his escape

Jumping free for new landscapes

Alas it all went wrong

Now I’m singing his final song

That poor old tea bag named Chad!

Change of thinking...

I hate being sick!

It seems that every winter now, no matter how careful I am, I will get the flu, which then turns into some chest infection, and I am sick for weeks.

I get grumpy and irritable, short of breath and very exhausted.

Only 15 days left of winter.

Bring on Spring I say, when the weather turns warmer and the sun shines.

I read something that gave me hope yesterday, 

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

 I am making a determined effort to live this way.  

Not to worry about the things I am missing but focus on the things I have, the beauty in life and the wonderful people in my life.

If I find a person that makes me sad or even upsets me, I am going to try and put it behind me, shrug it off as best I can and move forward.

Look for the fun and beauty in life and not the ugly and mean.

So instead of feeling down and depressed because I am sick and struggling to get well again, I will dress warm, take my time to get places, so I don't have to rush and look for the wonderful things that are coming my way.