…like I wanted to poke a needle in my eye.
It was hot – so hot – like 100 degrees
And I got up late. And there was no coffee.
I was supposed to market for my husband’s job
But I was hungry… And tired… (I looked like a slob)
So I went to the YMCA instead
I threw stuff in bag… I figured I’d tread
On the jogging machine… and then I would shower
And so that’s what I did
And in less then an hour
I actually felt better… I felt pretty good
Then this sweet Asian lady… she asked if she could
Use the dryer next to me, so I said “Why not?”
And the two of us stood there… we started to talk
All 5’2 of her and 6’1 of me
We brushed hair side by side and talked idly
She told me she swam… she took ballroom dancing
“I focus on good stuff!” she said, “It’s enhancing!
“Why dwell on the stuff you can’t change anyway…?”
“Hi, my name is Yina.”
Then she bid me good day.
As I drove to my Starbucks to sigh at my work
I realized, quite clearly, that I’d been a jerk
That morning I felt stressed out…I felt overwhelmed
But it’s not always Andrea that stands at the helm
Life happens on its terms… they’re not always on mine
When I remember my place
Things turn out just fine
So I’m thinking about that, as I type out this blog
That I won’t always win clients… I won’t always jog
I won’t always have clean cups
My kids won’t always be happy
But I can change my perspective
And no longer feel crappy.