I often run into the staff of the condo building as I leave for work – usually one of the facilities guys. This morning Frankie was changing a lightbulb as I exited the elevator.
After greeting me, he said, “Let’s have a fantastic Tuesday, Miss Watson.”
I thought about his words as I walked to my car with a spring in my step. Yes. Let’s have a fantastic Tuesday. There was something different in that farewell than the usual, “Have a good day.” Why did this adieu motivate me?
Whether he knew it or not, Frankie was giving me a mission. It wasn’t just a wish or a hope. It was a reminder that I could choose whether to have a good day.
Things were going to happen today that I had no control over. I couldn’t determine what my day was going to bring me. But I could determine what I was going to do with what it brought me.
This sounds far more dramatic than my Tuesday ended up being, but the lesson was there. Some days are better than others. But even the worst days are waiting for our response.
Let’s have a fantastic Wednesday.
“Life is ten percent what happens to you
and ninety percent how you respond to it.”