Decisions, Decisions

this morning, as I tried to convince myself to get out of bed, something that is becoming increasingly difficut these days.I realized I had a decision to make, I can either face this challenge for what it is, a challenge, or I can sit around feeling sorry for myself, picturing myself as a victim, making myself and everyone around me miserable.  I think my choicee boiled down to the choice given in The Shawshank Rdemption, get busy livin' or get busy dyin'. Guess which one I choose? Igot my butt up, held Charlotte and did my exercises for the day