Over 700 words.  10:07.  Call up to the kids and they don’t want breakfast yet.  Thinking of taking them with me to Best Buy, want to look at something, a monitor and possibly something else.  Dad took Jack there yesterday to get a mouse.  Jack of course elated and grateful, using it now and talking about it last night before during and after dinner.

This MAP, My Attitude Project, the only thing I’m thinking about.  Don’t let them, these negative pigs, in.  Ever.  Don’t react.  Again, power… where is it.  With me.  My ability to communicate inwardly and know that I have more love than they do negative sparks and darts.

Kids come down and cruise through breakfast, ask what we’re doing today and I propose some ideas.  Jack asks if he can have a friend over I say sure, a first since living at the loft.  Not sure why, but there we are.

Another cup, this time French Roast.  Slowing down after the quick attack this morning.  Positive approach, not so much an attack.  Eagerness about me.  Attitude, attitude… nothing negative.  Attitude is chosen.  That simple.  That’s the thesis.