Good day — exit here.
Everything goes wrong — roll this way.
Apparently, I chose poorly Saturday.
Projects I hoped to complete seemed to get worse once I started them. My backyard remains an impressive combination of construction debris and mud. I made an unexpected trip to the emergency department. And as I prepared to leave for Dallas, my dog became sick — which may have been the part troubling me most.
It was the kind of day when staying in bed began to seem less like laziness and more like excellent judgment.
The truth is, we do not always get to choose which side of the bed we wake up on. We cannot control every setback, illness, delay, disappointment, or unexplained pile of mud.
But perhaps choosing the "right side" is not about how the day begins. Maybe it is about what we do next: accept that some problems will not be solved immediately, allow ourselves to be tired without feeling defeated, and trust that tomorrow may look entirely different.
This week, I will be in Dallas attending the Crimes Against Children Conference, and President-Elect Cathy Smiley will lead Wednesday's meeting. I know you will give her the same patience, support, and good humor you regularly extend to me — although, in fairness, she may require considerably less of it.
Here's hoping we all find the right side of the bed this week — or at least avoid the side with the mud.
Denver Fire Department
