Written this morning, on my way to work:

I am watching two people argue on the bus about something completely inane and part of me thinks "Jesus Christ. This is exactly why I hate the bus." But there's another part that thinks, "I'm going to make up for their malice by being extra positive today."

That's always the way, isn't it? Sink into the mire with them or rise above. My day started badly, but watching them made me want to try harder to turn it around.

Since the year has started I have made it a point to keep a positive attitude despite the number of things that could have possibly brought me down. And as I stood at the bus stop this morning, in the cold, with a car that won't start, and my ipod battery dead, waiting for a bus that was late, I thought, well, I got six days into 2008 before the universe brought me down. And then I witnessed two grown men yell back and forth at each other for almost fifteen minutes in front of a bus full of strangers. And strangely enough, it turned my entire day around.

Take that universe.

I remain hopeful.