Oh, My. That is why I DON’T quit.

I've been waiting for a moment when I simultaneously have "something to say" and nothing more pressing asking for my attention.

I'm not sure I have a whole lot extra to say today, but I think it's high time I say THANK YOU for making blogging this much more enjoyable for me. For those times I do sit down and engage, leave comments, ask questions, admit struggles. All of the comments left on my last post were so encouraging and helpful.

That is a big part of the reasons why I don't quit.

Kiddo's asleep at the moment.

This isn't a normal time for him to be asleep, but I packed both of us up this morning  around his normal nap time because I've been craving a yoga class. My last class was on Tuesday, Nolan loves the play area, I get to shower, and the more I practice the more I want to practice.

I arrived only to find out I'd gone to the wrong gym. (My current teacher holds classes at two sister gyms.)

With no time to get to the correct gym, I wallowed in my disappointment for a few minutes. Felt horrible that I'd dragged Nolan away from nap time for a play time that wasn't going to happen only to put him back in his car seat. Texted Tim to tell him what I'd done.

And then.

I saw a quote on Pinterest recently that says, "Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be."

After a night particularly low on sleep, I decided that yesterday was a good day to adopt this as a mantra.

It was.

I don't usually think like that, and I do think it's okay and good to allow ourselves to feel and acknowledge our feelings and not be ashamed of them.

But after that, it's time to move on.

Make the best of things, so to speak. Find the parts of life there are to enjoy and participate in them.

The mantra "worked" yesterday. I had a great day.

We didn't make it to yoga today, but we did go to Barnes and Noble. Nolan played with the train yard, picked out a book for our upcoming trip (He wasn't interested in The Very Hungry Caterpillar like I thought he would be, but he lit up at the sight of Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?) , and sat through 2 books at their story time (I forgot they had that!).

I'm still craving a yoga class, but I got to watch my son take in books and trains and marvel at people and stories.

And I still got my shower.