the small stuff

you wake up one
morning and there are
bluebirds singing
outside your window.
you wave your fingers
at them as they sit
on the sill, perky
and looking in at you.
the sun is up,
and there is a pleasant
breeze in the air
pushing soft white
clouds gently across
a pristine blue sky.
you decide in that
moment that you are
going to turn over
a new leaf, stop being
such a whining baby,
and complaining about
things. you are
going to be a better
person in all ways.
you are going to not
sweat the small stuff.
this lasts
about ten minutes,
when you are standing
in the shower with shampoo
in your eyes and
there is no hot
water because some
selfish inconsiderate
person that you are
related to through
marriage has used it
all.