Sometimes one finds sparkle in the most unexpected places. As a proper Portlander, I try to take public transit to and from work whenever possible. To work, this involves a walk up a big hill (yay, exercise!), a bus ride, and another short walk. I try to walk home at the end of the day. Not bad, right?
Well, it's been one of those weeks. You know the ones, everything conspiring against me. Not on top of my game, so to speak. This morning, the internal argument went like this:
Healthy Me: Get on up that hill and catch the bus!
Whiny Me: I don't wanna!
Healthy Me wins, and I truck on up the hill. Attitude in need of major adjusting, I wait for the bus in the dark.
Garland, flowers, twirly things, it looked like some sort of new club - the Bus Club! I was smiling before I even sat down. And on the short ride to work, I watched as everyone who boarded the bus smiled as well.