My negativity was rotting my heart, so I said a tinsy prayer, right in the middle of the kitchen floor. I committed to making today a little better and brighter. I said I'd be more grateful for the good things: friends, family, my church calling, and dancing. Thank you, Fatboy Slim. Your dancing made me bust-a-gut.
My life would be better if I had choreographing skills like Spike Jonez. Hold up. I'm not entertaining those kinds of thoughts today. Envy rots my bones. Remember yesterday's swamp of despair? I'm not going back to that place for at least another 2 days.
P.S. Please note the LA temple in the beginning scene. temple attendence+sassy dancing (after you're done with a session., of course) = a joyful soul.
P.P.S. Dr. English just called and said my mole was BENIGN! That's another thing to dance about.