Just Because..

May you find serenity and tranquility in a world you may not always understand. May the pain you have known and the conflict you have experienced give you the strength to walk through life facing each new situation with courage and optimism. Always know that there are those whose love and understanding will always be there, even when you feel most alone. May you discover enough goodness in others to believe in a world of peace. May a kind word, a reassuring touch, and a warm smile be yours every day of your life, and may you give these gifts as well as receive them. Remember the sunshine when the storm seems unending.

Teach love to those who hate, and let that love embrace you as you go out into the world. May the teachings of those you admire become part of you, so that you may call upon them. Remember, those whose lives you have touched and whose have touched yours are always a part of you, even if the encounters were less than you would have wished. It is the content of the encounter that is more important than the form.

May you not become too concerned with material matters, but instead place immeasurable value on the goodness in your heart. Find time each day to see beauty and love in the world around you. Realize that each person has limitless abilities, but each of us is different in our own way. What you feel you lack in the present may become one of your strengths in the future. May you see your future as one filled with promise and possibility. Learn to view everything as a worthwhile experience. May you find enough inner strength to determine your own worth by yourself, and not be dependent on another's judgment of your accomplishments. May you always feel loved.

Take the mistakes of your yesterdays as learning experiences for today and make tomorrow that much better.

A.~

two perspectives on sex...

LOL two perspectives on sex... by Ally M. Genna on Tuesday, June 1, 2010 at 7:16pm - Two women are chatting in the office. Woman 1 "I had sex last night, did you?" Woman 2: "Yes". Woman 1: "Was it good?" Woman 2: "No, it was a disaster... My husband came home, ate his dinner in three minutes, got on top of me, finished having sex in five minutes, rolled over and fell asleep in two minutes. How was yours?" Woman 1: "Oh it was amazing! My husband came home and took me out to a romantic dinner. After dinner we walked for an hour. When we came home he lit the candles around the house and we had an hour of foreplay. We then had an hour long session of fantastic sex and afterwards talked for an hour. It was like a fairytale!" At the same time, their husbands are talking at work. Husband 1: "You wanted sex last night, how was it?" Husband 2: "Great. I came home, dinner was on the table, I ate, screwed my wife and fell asleep. It was great! What about you?" Husband 1: "It was horrible. I came home, there's no dinner because they cut the electricity since the bill wasn’t paid. So I had to take my wife out to dinner which was so expensive that I didn't have money left for a cab. We had to walk home which took an hour and when we got home -remember there was no electricity- so I had to light frickin' candles all over the house! I was so angry that I couldn't get it up for an hour and then I couldn't come for another hour. After I finally did, I was so aggravated that I couldn't fall asleep and my wife was jabbering away for another hour!"

JUST A MOM?

JUST A MOM? A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's office, Was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself. 'What I mean is, ' explained the recorder, 'do you have a job or are you just a ...?' 'Of course I have a job,' snapped the woman. 'I'm a Mom.' 'We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation, 'housewife' covers it,' Said the recorder emphatically. I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself In the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, Efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like, 'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar.' 'What is your occupation?' she probed. What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out. 'I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.' The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and Looked up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.. Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written, In bold, black ink on the official questionnaire. 'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest, 'just what you do in your field?' Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, 'I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't) In the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family) And already have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) And I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers And the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.' There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she Completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door. As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, Testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more Distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another Mom.' Motherhood! What a glorious career! Especially when there's a title on the door. Does this make grandmothers 'Senior Research Associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations' And great grandmothers Executive Senior Research Associates?' I think so!!! I also think it makes Aunts Associate Research Assistants. May your troubles be less, Your blessings be more, And nothing but happiness come through your door!

To Love or to Not Love, We Never had that choice...

To Love or to Not Love, We Never had that choice... by Ally M. Genna on Monday, August 2, 2010 at 12:58pm Love is not only an emotion, it comes in too many forms to be just that. Its also something that is never planned and when it is we face disappointment. Love is fragile and it has no boundaries, whether its for the love of family, friends o...r that special someone, its vulnerable in every way. Love is not something we have any control over, and control being an illusion we give our self just confirms that a fact. Some say they wear there heart on their sleeve but that metaphor could not be more wrong. we walk around day to day no realizing that every situation and ever person needs and wants love. there is no choice in the matter even when given one. I have asked many if they had a choice would they fail to experience it if it meant no pain and not one person said yes. All have said that without feeling the power of love its lacking an ability and its also running from a fear. The one question i asked was simple enough, but the question only had one answer. We do not choose to always love, sometimes love conquers us before we have a choice to recognize it. And along the way just like everything in life it has lessons. Some of those lessons are painful but without pain, and without knowing true pain, how do you know what deep meaning and true happiness is. The fact is without love we become robotic, uncharacteristic and without strength. Most of our life lessons fall from the stems of love and what happened with it. There is Always the choice of moving on. Whether someone takes it or not is not a bad thing. Some believe that there is no choice, that when you lose that one you loved the most and had for so long, you are now still. But in that thinking than you might as well as say that your breathing is now stilled. God had never intended for us to be presented with something that we couldn't handle and has plans for all of us. whether the belief in that is true for you, you have a knowledge that in some form you know what i say is true. We gain strength from out experiences whether they bad or good, we learn and we continue. Some will choose they like how they are alone and will always love the one they have lost. That doesn't mean the won't ever love again. They made a choice. Its weakness when one decides to never love again because of the pain behind it. the fear the vulnerability and all the hardships that come with it. But what do you do when you have fear? you face it head on, and like i said love is not always a choice so when it hits you in the face, you will realize that no matter how hard you tried your attempts have fallen and so have the walls. The point is, stop fighting something you have no right to fight and continue down the journey of life with that vulnerability and a little bit of fear. Its always worth it in the end to be rewarded with what is intended for us.

FEAR:

FEAR: A Man with no soul? Or a Man with More soul and Heart than the average? In the bible it states that ' a man without fear, is a man without soul.' That God intended to put the fear into man. Thats that aspect. Than there is the logic of it: Feeling, Emotions and learned Behaviors. If one is not taught to fear it is said and proven that one will not fear nor will ever know what true fear is. Many people confuse the Feeling of being scared to being apart of fear when in actuallity the two are completely different. being scared is a feeling resulted from instinct. Lets use an example that was brought to my attention. Bullies send out to make people 'fear them but do they? do people actually fear this person making them go through things they shouldn't? or do they get Scared what that bully will do. how they treat them etc. Nobody fears someone unless it is put into them that they should fear them. Again a learned behavior. A baby learns to crawl, stand walk and they fall over and over. but they have no fear they keep doing it. fear is not ingrained in us. it is not something we know unless we are taught it and we learn what it actually is. a baby has no fear of a dog that can kill him/her.. they would go right up to it without hesitation. same with a pool, a park, a stranger. Fear is what we teach them to keep them from harm, but even than it may be taught as to be afraid rather than to have fear of it. When i was younger i had no idea what fear was. Its a passionate topic for me because i was never taught fear. i was scared, but i never once felt fear until i was taught the meaning and to this day i wonder, i don't know for sure, but i wonder if i have any fears. i would like to say i really don't. i have face a great many things including death, being shot, being homeless, bullies, being lost, having noone, being a single mother in a blink of an eye and growing up with a very traumatic experience. Cancer, the knowing, the expectations and the results. but yet i still have looked everything in its face and felt no fear. even my ex husband. no fear in which i faught back the best i could when i was being faught at. So a good question is does fear even exist? some will tell you its an instinct. but if its an instinct we would be born with it, and were not so there goes that theory. being scared comes from instinct: Fight or Flight. Fear is when you freeze up and can't move from toes to head. So now.. can it really be true or said that a man without fear has no soul when in actuallity Were given life without fear and a soul. I would say its a contradiction and fear is used as an excuse or a survival teqnique.

Inspiration

Take just a moment of reflection after reading this. Carl was a quiet man. He didn't talk much. He would always greet you with a big smile and a firm handshake. Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years, no one could really say they knew him very well. Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning. The lone sight of him walking down the street often worried us. He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in WWII. Watching him, we worried that although he had survived WWII, he may not make it through our changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing random violence, gangs, and drug activity. When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers for caring for the gardens behind the minister's residence, he responded in his characteristically unassuming manner.. Without fanfare, he just signed up. He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared finally happened. He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gang members approached him. Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him, he simply asked, 'Would you like a drink from the hose?' The tallest and toughest-looking of the three said, 'Yeah, sure,' with a malevolent little smile. As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl's arm, throwing him down. As the hose snaked crazily over the ground, dousing everything in its way, Carl's assailants stole his retirement watch and his wallet, and then fled. Carl tried to get himself up, but he had been thrown down on his bad leg. He lay there trying to gather himself as the minister came running to help him. Although the minister had witnessed the attack from his window, he couldn't get there fast enough to stop it. Carl, are you okay? Are you hurt?' the minister kept asking as he helped Carl to his feet. Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed, shaking his head. 'Just some punk kids. I hope they'll wise-up someday.' His wet clothes clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the hose. He adjusted the nozzle again and started to water. Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked, 'Carl, what are you doing?' 'I've got to finish my watering. It's been very dry lately,' came the calm reply. Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister could only marvel. Carl was a man from a different time and place. A few weeks later the three returned. Just as before their threat was unchallenged. Carl again offered them a drink from his hose. This time they didn't rob him. They wrenched the hose from his hand and drenched him head to foot in the icy water. When they had finished their humiliation of him, they sauntered off down the street, throwing catcalls and curses, falling over one another laughing at the hilarity of what they had just done. Carl just watched them. Then he turned toward the warmth giving sun, picked up his hose, and went on with his watering. The summer was quickly fading into fall Carl was doing some tilling when he was startled by the sudden approach of someone behind him. He stumbled and fell into some evergreen branches. As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see the tall leader of his summer tormentors reaching down for him. He braced himself for the expected attack. Don't worry old man, I'm not gonna hurt you this time.' The young man spoke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarred hand to Carl. As he helped Carl get up, the man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and handed it to Carl..'What's this?' Carl asked. 'It's your stuff,' the man explained. 'It's your stuff back. Even the money in your wallet.' 'I don't understand,' Carl said. 'Why would you help me now?' The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. 'I learned something from you,' he said. 'I ran with that gang and hurt people like you we picked you because you were old and we knew we could do it But every time we came and did something to you, instead of yelling and fighting back, you tried to give us a drink. You didn't hate us for hating you. You kept showing love against our hate.' He stopped for a moment. 'I couldn't sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is back..' He paused for another awkward moment, not knowing what more there was to say. 'That bag's my way of saying thanks for straightening me out, I guess.' And with that, he walked off down the street. Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it. He took out his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist. Opening his wallet, he checked for his wedding photo. He gazed for a moment at the young bride that still smiled back at him from all those years ago. He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended his funeral in spite of the weather. In particular the minister noticed a tall young man that he didn't know sitting quietly in a distant corner of the church. The minister spoke of Carl's garden as a lesson in life. In a voice made thick with unshed tears, he said, 'Do your best and make your garden as beautiful as you can. We will never forget Carl and his garden.' The following spring another flyer went up. It read: 'Person needed to care for Carl's garden.' The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one day when a knock was heard at the minister's office door. Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands holding the flyer. 'I believe this is my job, if you'll have me,' the young man said. The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the stolen watch and wallet to Carl. He knew that Carl's kindness had turned this man's life around. As the minister handed him the keys to the garden shed, he said, 'Yes, go take care of Carl's garden and honor him.' The man went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the flowers and vegetables just as Carl had done. During that time, he went to college, got married, and became a prominent member of the community. But he never forgot his promise to Carl's memory and kept the garden as beautiful as he thought Carl would have kept it. One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn't care for the garden any longer.. He explained with a shy and happy smile, 'My wife just had a baby boy last night, and she's bringing him home on Saturday.' 'Well, congratulations!' said the minister, as he was handed the garden shed keys. 'That's wonderful! What's the baby's name?' 'Carl,' he replied.

My Page

Ok so my blog page has been under some construction and all my posts are showing up today. i know its a lot, but for some reason it saved that way and just decided to publish today all at once.

Thank you for the continuing support of my book and my page and your patience.

Much Love, A.~ xoxo

eyes wide shut

Because you cannot see something does not mean its non-existent. Because you cannot feel something doesn't mean its no there. You can't hear means nothing more than you are not listening. We have five senses yet we hardly use them unless its to what suits us. To hear what we want to hear. see what we want to see and feel what we want to feel..

just some words..

I started thinking.. (i know scary right)... that sometimes,,, thinking is over-done. We tend to think things to the point of our own insanity. We question to the point of our own abilities and Ask all the wrong thinks to acknowledge the answer we seek. In all actuality what we never know, what we never want to believe is the answer is always, the first thought and the ability that we circle around and around is within ourselves, but we choose to try to seek out other possibilities in fear that it may be the wrong answer. Hence..thinking, questioning and testing. This is not healthy and it may lead you to where you have no need to go. Follow your heart and let it and God take you where you need to be. xo

i stopped thinking to let this flow from my heart to share with you ; )

remember that the first step to happiness is within yourself. you cannot make yourself or others happy until you are fully content with what and who you are. you see those who suffer, those who hate, those who feed off trying to bring others down, and it all stems back to them settling for what they settled for and not finding any happiness within themselves. xo

My Light, My Rock

Once upon a time i gave up on finding that last piece to fullfill my heart because honestly, how often do we get duds and settle for less than were worth.. But than i realized, like life, nothing is about settling. You dont settle for a job because money, that makes you weak or greedy. you don't settle for friendship because its too easy to be used and stepped on. you don't settle for what food you eat when you go to a fancy restaurant or make a nice meal because you want to enjoy it. you don't settle on a house, a pet, a car, and everything else. so why the hell would you settle for someone when you feel nothing or just don't feel that certain feeling where you know its right. so when i stopped looking thiking that part would just be a void, i got that light, that love and that piece that now fills that piece that was missing in perfect porportion. Never settle. Choose, wait, have patience, believe and have faith. God has plans for you. But he knows when your ready, you don't. It is a beautiful gift when he hand the gift to you so its worth it. God Bless xoxoxo ♥

never back down..

When faced with a challenge we tend to try to cut corners. For instance.. When we see something getting hard, we look for an easy way out. It’s a natural human reaction. But the reaction is what makes us weak. What we don't realize is sometimes in order to accomplish something, anything, we must use a muscle that we hardly ever work; our brain. In order to do so you must combine it with your heart and ask the right questions. Such as: Is it worth it? Will I benefit in a positive way from it? Will I be helping someone.. and so on. What we need not to ask, is anything selfish. To benefit for selfish reasons leads you right back to weakness and cutting those corners. Nothing is meant to be easy and when it is, it’s not worth it. Remember that in order to know true happiness you must know true pain. In order to know truth you must know lies. In order to succeed you must fail and want to attempt again. If you want easy than your life can very well be sad and boring; and it doesn't give you the right to complain.. Have a good evening ya'll With love xoxo ♥ A.~

Love n Hate hand over fist

There will always be a sunrise and a sunset. There will always be a sun and a moon. There will always be Love and there will always be hate. What we need to understand is that Hate stems from a deep passion. Hatred is not an emotion nor a feeling, its undefined. It is a part of Love that we chose to see past.. How would you even know what hate is without understanding the truest form of love? how would you know you hate if you didn't love; and how would you know hate if you have never felt love. Never question feelings or emotions, but always question something that stirs you in a negative way. We all will get angry, mad and or sad. Negative yes, but necessary to release that negative energy we possess in which makes us feel that way. after that we have happy, excited and so on! but something foreign such as hate will never feel normal. it will make you feel as bad as it sounds. And it should! its not normal, it shouldn't be considered normal. Its evil and destroys many. if you feel it evaluate why and make sure your able to walk away from that kind of energy. you want light, not darkness. I will never let a cloud or any kind come into my spot nor in my sons spot. and now that i love, he too will not have that cloud. All it does is put blinders on you. it pulls you in and makes you feel what you should not. There should always be light, because when there is light there is love and laughter, there is happiness, joy and brightness. never surrender, fight for whats right. even if its a negative interruption in your life.. IF you feel the cause is a good one.. than fight for it. I fight for love because with all the hate around, i want to see it prevail. i want to see the light grow. I want to see more smiles and more caring people in this world. And i want to watch negativity be dead and gone along with Hate and all that comes with it. God Bless with love Always, A.~

Death is not an end..

Death is an odd thing. You think about it and you wonder, you question it but we never understand it. I came along way from that and i realized a long time ago that you have to leave it in God's hands. He has plans for every one of us. a time line so to speak. When he feels one is ready or one is in too much pain He takes them. When one has lived a full filled life, He takes. Even those who are so young and fragile without really living, He takes. BUT He always has a reason behind it. We as humans see it as a tragedy. We never look at the light of it, we only see the dark side. But we are not in the shoes of those being taken. Some have said that others have willed God to take them. That they were ready. And He did. Some take their own life because they Think they are ready, But He takes care of those and they serve purpose. And those in circumstances like accidents, think of this: Would you have wanted them to suffer? to feel pain, to be a vegetable, without control and will? We always will say no until its someone we know than we question it. Its natural, instinct but its selfish to continue to think in that manner. You must have trust because without it your really a lost soul. Put your will in His hands and he will lead you. Never fear whats not to be feared and never be led astray by Hate or evil. Its your test of the Devil. A.~

Stages..

Life comes in many stages. As we grow we learn to challenge them and use emotions to understand them. They become building blocks for our foundation. Sometimes we forget that when were down, there will always be ups and more possibilities. When a door closes we often shut our eyes to the ones that open. But in order to really grow, really learn, we need to find our weaknesses and learn our strengths. Use them for good because it's a waste to use them against another for evil. Always have faith, always believe. Were given only what we can handle, so when you think you can't, know that you were meant to and push through it. And when you get through that stage, come out with knowledge and more strength for the next. Keep yourself open to any and all possibilities but make them positive. Walk away from the negative. They come at you when you least expect it and will take you down. Its a waste of the energy you could use for good. A.~ ♥♥♥

Ladies.. Take a stand.. and take a bow..

When I stand up for myself and my beliefs,they call me a bitch. When I stand up for those I love,they call me a bitch. When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch. Being a bitch means I won't compromise what's in my heart. It means I live my life MY way. It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.. When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it, I am defined as a bitch.. The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish. It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I 'should' be. I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that! So try to stomp on me, just try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won't succeed. And if that makes me a bitch ,so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it. B - Babe I - In T - Total C - Control of H - Herself B = Beautiful I = Intelligent T = Talented C = Charming H = Hell of a Woman B = Beautiful I = Individual T = That C = Can H = Handle 'anything'

Time and patience..

As time passes so do the lessons we learn and experiences we go through. but unfortunately only some grow and learn and others keep fiddling with the same tune. I myself have not only grown but have gotten to the point where i feel almost mechanical. i feel as though just about anything at this point in my life will bounce off of me. not that i won't feel it, but because i have been there and done it so often i can not only handle it, but take it in a stride and walk it off. I've never been one to take a lesson from life and toss it over my shoulder. every single one i have stored, remembered, learned from and realized the how, what, when and where. i think its the importance of survival and how to get through. So if the normal person was a mouse, I'm the ox. metaphorically speaking. no one is perfect, were not built that way, it wasn't the way God wanted it. and lets be honest, how boring would that be if we were all wired the same and were like robots. I've thought about that quite a bit and it would be funny for a moment but to live it would be a horrible punishment. i have come a long way in my quarter of a lifetime. it feels like I've lived forever yet at the same time i know i haven't even come close to really, i mean really living. and Maybe its my time to enjoy that living. Dying scares me only because I've seen it up close,and i can't understand the not being here anymore part. I'd just be gone and no longer. But than you realize if thats the way its meant to be than there has to be great purpose in everything and everyone. Wow a 1/4 of a lifetime and some. When i turned 25 that was my first thought actually. i kept entertaining the notion that i lived 25 years and wondered, "did i make a difference?" Don't we all want to leave a stamp, trademark, something that is to be remembered by? i do at least, and i believe i was meant to. not really my name, but a kink where i brought something to the table, changed something, or helped someone or a situation. If i can do that that i would leave this earth a happy person. your probably wondering why the hell am i talking about this now. I'm only 27 years old! well you realize if you take your life lessons and actually learn from them, that not only is life short, its a puzzle and when all your pieces are completed you are done. so how does anyone know really when their time is up? You cherish each and Every moment and stop being selfish with it. That is the toughest thing that people have to succumb to, but its damned true. I wish i can say i take it day by day but my patience level is not on that wavelength. I'm not really a "in the rush" type, but taking it day by day is too slow. i feel as though if you plan further ahead like "what is going to happen tomorrow," not only will you be more prepared but you make your own future (either way fate will do its part) but at least now you have some say in it. Ever wonder to yourself "where did the week go" and realize you've accomplished nothing but ulcers. (yeah i would know) i lived like that once and until i got the ulcers i didn't realize how it kills you literally and figuratively to go day to day. I do believe in "live in the moment", or "savor the moment," but moments are just that. A piece of time cut out that you hold like a picture. Thats a huge difference

Live, but LEARN

Let the mistakes from your yesterdays be your successes of your tomorrows. For it is learning experiences. were not born with a guide nor are there any out there that will fit to Your life. you will fail, you will fall, you will bruise and have pain, your will do wrongs. How else do we learn unless we have the experiences to learn from... never make yourself seem like someone your not. be who you are and always forgive. no one said you had to forget, but you must always forgive. Be kind even when kindness is not given. Remember God gives us tomorrows to correct our yesterdays and to perfect our futures in happiness. God Bless xoxo ‎"Everyone has the right to be angry; but No one has the right to be cruel." A.~

Satisfaction

did you ever notice that no one is ever satisfied with what they have.. always wanting more or better, so they loose Everything because more and better does not exist in their situation. There are boundary lines. and just because you cant see them doesn't make it accessible to cross. People need to learn to be happy with what they have, appreciate it, and yeah.. always strive for the best, but never expect what is always unexpected. element of surprise. And its not always with inanimate objects or money, its with themselves, their partners, their business or work, family..and so on. It takes a lifetime to build, and just a single second to loose. A.~xoxo

A decision

You choose how your day is going to go, no one else can do that for you. From the moment you wake up you have to options: To have a good attitude and face the day with positivity; or to have a bad attitude and face the day with negativity. That option will determine your mood, the result of what you are doing, who you are with and everything that happens throughout the day. with positivity you take things in stride, such as you spilled some coffee.. ok well shit happens. someone bumps into you.. oh well accidents happen and friends result from that. you get my drift. than you have the flip side. i dont need to detail it you can fill it in yourself. why would anyone want that added or extra stress, or to be grumpy when a smile, yes a simple smile, makes the world a different view. a different place. And when you smile.. the world smiles back even though you don't realize it. Its like a yawn, you start a chain reaction. choose wisely. XoxOxoXo