I did it.  What is it I did, you say?  I threw the dog’s ball from the top of my bed, 30 feet down the hall, over the bench and into her water dish.  Yes, I know, quite an accomplishment.  Okay, so you’re rolling your eyes right now.  But this Herculean feat was instrumental in my having a “Good” day. 

What’s so “Herculean” about throwing a ball into a dish?  Well, I’ve only done it once before, by accident. 

I try to play fetch daily with my dog, Gracie.  Seeing as how the Oregon rains can make for a wet, smelly dog if we play outside, I found the longest straightaway in my little abode and rigged up our “course.”  As I mentioned above, it entails throwing the ball from my bedroom, down the hall, over the dining bench and past the bookcase into the kitchen/living area.

On one serendipitous occasion I threw the ball into her water dish.  Whoa!  That was cool.  I felt like I’d just landed a half-court shot at the buzzer.  Every time since, that’s been my goal, to land the dang ball in the dang dish.  I know, you’re thinking I have small, meaningless goals. 

Or not.  These little gems of  ambition are a mainstay in my life.  How many times can I hit a tennis ball against a wall without it dropping?  How fast can I walk a mile?  How many crunches can I do during a commercial?  How many tries will it take to get my contacts in?  And my personal favorite, how long can I continuously pee?  I’m up to 58 seconds.  Okay, that little tidbit probably embarrassed me, but I don’t care.  Try it, you will drink more water because of it and people will wonder why you’re counting… one-thousand one, one-thousand two, one-thousand three in the bathroom.

Adoring fan and rebounder.

Anyway, like everyone I suppose, I wake up hoping for a good day.  Sometimes it depends on the hair, okay, a LOT of the time it depends on the hair.  It’s true what they say, if you’re having a good hair day, you’re having a good day.  For me, it’s small inconsequential things like my morning paper being dry, a comment from a Facebook friend, a $5 bill found in my jeans. Those things start my day off on the right track or in some cases, turn it around.  Today, it was making the 3 point shot from half-court into the paw-printed water dish for a rousing Woof! Woof! from the adoring fans, or fan, loyal as they come, hairy little rebounder that she is. 

So, plant some tiny little goals into your day and watch them sprout into good feelings, small accomplishments and hopefully, a productive, happy day. 

I need to go drink some more water now and try to PR in the ladies’ room.