it's a Bob Ross kind of morning

"When you look to find the bad in people, you most certainly will find it."

These past few weeks, I've been trying the opposite. It's so much easier than I thought. So easy, in fact, that I've extended this mantra to pets, objects, weather, food, and days in general. I'm very lucky to have done this in the summer, of course, since I doubt I could think of good things about November or something. But, I digress. There is no reason on earth to have a down day today.

I've learned a lot from Gir already. The way he looks outside in the morning (as much as I want to kill him for waking me up with the sun), makes everything seem so wondrous, so exciting. My driveway is as magical to him as the entry to Disneyland. I sip my coffee and suddenly see it through his eyes. There are trees on rolling hillsides as far as the eye can see; a perfect example of depth perspective, and I want to paint it. The grass, not yet burnt by the summer heat, is so green you can barely tell where the leaves begin. The birdbath is occupied by excited feathered friends awaiting a new day. Every so often a chipmunk or a cat strolls by on the black pavement. I smell the lilacs by the side of the house, and listen to Gir try immitating a variety of bird calls. I can't help but feel excited along with him.

And yes, MAYBE I feel like the things that would make it even more perfect are a smoke and a him. Not exactly something that would complete this dreamy scene, but it's a process, and I don't mind practicing patience.

My heart is ok today.