I was at the gym, water bottle full, noise-canceling headphones tuned to this week’s pop hits. As I clocked up the miles, too slowly, I was rehearsing everything that had gone wrong yesterday, and composing a facebook status in my head, that would tell my sad story. It was a good post, one that would get maybe 50 likes and a lot of empathy status updates, from people I barely knew. I took a sip from my water bottle and turned up the music. One Direction, “Story of My Life”, was playing, and for every stride, I was confirming that yes, things were indeed stinky right now. Then it hit me, and I stopped. I ran to the front desk and asked the attendant if I could use the microphone. I took it and yelled out to everyone, “PITY PARTY AT MY PLACE, NOW!” A throng of people followed me home in a crazy loud caravan.
Ok, so that didn’t really happen. If I were living inside a movie, it would have been an epic scene taken to ridiculous lengths. In reality, I left the gym, and headed home to see the kids off to school. When I arrived, the programmed coffee maker had just finished brewing and I poured myself a hot mug of magic liquid. It was a perfect morning to enjoy my beverage on the back porch, so I headed toward a lounge chair. Breathing the fresh morning air in, I wrapped my fingers around my mug, and realized that I was acting like a child. I was missing out on all of the good things that God was doing and focusing on all the bad things, with this full-blown pity party. Pulling the coffee closer, I sipped and warmed my fingers on the ceramic. A hummingbird came by for a drink at the feeder, and the rising sun was coloring scattered clouds. I began a new morning of thankfulness to God, starting with the coffee in my hands. The pity party packed up and left. Life was full of many things to be thankful for.