I had no hot water this morning in my apartment when I woke up. In fact, the hot water when out the night before, and I went to bed hoping that it would be back in the morning. Yes, it was a form of magical thinking; believing that the super would magically fix something the moment it broke.
After I work up and checked that the water would not get hot, I made the difficult choice that I would take a cold shower. I had the thought that as it was Summer, and rather warm in the apartment even with the window a/c running, that this cold show might feel refreshing.
Not even close.
What it did was make me appreciate living in the modern world.
It was cold and painful, and did get my day started off on the wrong foot.
Watching the morning news didn’t make me feel any better…
And this is when I had to ask myself, is happiness a choice?
What makes a day good or bad is only perception? Is that right? If I stay comfortable and unchallenged is that a good day? The uncomfortable act of moving beyond what is known and understood, does that make a day bad?
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