Everyday the choice is ours how we react to the things around us.  I love the saying "you can't control what others do, but you can control how you react to them."  There are days when I cry, there are days when I scream, there are days when I am so insanely upset and frustrated I don't know what to do with myself.  And then there are other days when I choose not to let the circumstances around me win.


Hooray.  I waded downstairs and surveyed the scene.  I had called my father because that's what you do when you are faced with a basement of water at 8:00 pm, you call your dad.  I wiggled the sump pump, I tried to kick start it into working, then I kicked it hard.  It sent a geyser up, water began filling my basement, I screamed, dad sighed, I kicked it harder and it stopped.  So for now it's quiet, nothing is coming in and nothing is going out.  I'll call the guys tomorrow to come and repair whatever it is but for now I choose to laugh.

I choose to laugh at the geyser, I choose to laugh at my $200 hunter boots wading around in dirty basement water, I choose to laugh at the fact that of all the things happening in my life a wet basement doesn't even make the top 10 of things I care about right now.

This I choose.  This is why tonight I can lie in bed and not worry.  Somehow the bill will get paid for the repair, my house is otherwise warm and safe, and one day I will laugh and laugh about my first house and all the grief it caused me.

This is my house, this is my life, and I choose to laugh.