The Northeast has been covered in a blanket of dark clouds for what seems like aeons. I woke up to yet another stupid, rainy day.

I'm not sure what it is about weather like this that makes me extra cranky. I fight more with people, I have a harder time getting out of bed, I'm more resentful and angsty. Essentially, I feel as though I turn into Roger from "Rent": brooding, guitar-playing sexiness (all of which apply to me too, by the way).

But even Roger had his one song of glory, the one thing that made him happy despite his Eeyore-like tendencies.

(Side Note for Theater People: "One Song Glory" should have, in fact, been Roger's one song, and not "Your Eyes," which was, let's face it, crap. Discuss amongst yourselves.)

So my question to myself today is: what's mine?

I slept through my alarm again today. I got up an hour late, and was debating not going to the gym. I got up to go anyway.

Husband: Where are you going?
Me: The gym. I have to. I just have to go. Something is better than nothing, right? (Commentary: this is a frequent mantra of his)
Husband: But you're going to be late.

I sighed. My f*ck-all attitude working in my favor this morning, I set out to prove to him I could do it despite his lack of support.

I did 15 minutes on the elliptical. Wow. Go Me. *Obvious Sarcasm*

I did drive to work, only a wee bit late instead of an I-ran-a-5K late. And spilled coffee all over myself. On my yellow henley, which I haven't worn all season and was quite looking forward to. I wore it specifically to give the middle finger of defiance to the weather.

And the weather had other plans.

So now I'm wearing a coffee-d yellow henley, I'm exhausted and unaccomplished, and starving.

Alert me if you noticed my moment of glory in there anywhere.

Yeah, me neither.

BUT.

Just like Roger had to wait until Mimi almost died in Act 2 to get his crappy one song of glory out, maybe it's just too early for me to call it quits just yet. Here's what I foresee happening for the remainder of my day...

I leave work after lunch under the guise of a doctor's appointment (which I have, but not until 4:15). I go to Greendale first, and TJ Maxx, where I am able to find a brand-spankin' new top for only $6 on the clearance rack. In red, my power color, and one in which I do not own nearly enough clothing. It's the only one there, and miraculously in my size. I treat myself to coffee from Starbuck's, and, due to a clerical error, they give me a "get your next coffee free" card. I go to my psych appointment and my doctor decides it's time to increase my medication, which he does. I refill the prescription with zero problems and send my serotonin skyrocketing. I meet Mark at work, and the bartender Shana, who loves me, notices I look a little peaked. Free chips and guacamole, my favorite snack. We commute to Somerville to visit my uncle and aunt. Go to Chinatown for dinner and there just happens to be a parade commemorating...something...th
at we are able to watch. They decide to make me parade queen. I ride on a float through downtown Boston, waving to all the little people and wearing a crown made of jade. On the way home, we stop at a restaurant and I consume myriad onion rings with honey mustard and Jack and Diets and not gain an ounce or incur a hangover. I fall asleep tonight instantly, and sleep soundly until I wake up tomorrow morning and the sun is blasting through my curtains like the mother-f*cking second coming.

Okay, so maybe the last parts are a bit of a stretch. Sorry I got carried away there. But the point is, I'm thinking positively.

That's one of the guiding principles behind the Oprah-acclaimed book, "The Secret." Just put the positivity out there are positive things will be drawn to you. Good begets good. I don't think being a Chinese Parade Princess is in my immediate future, but perhaps some of the other things could happen.

And even if none of them do, I can reflect on the little I HAVE accomplished in the short day I've had so far. I went to the gym. Granted it was for a teensy amount of time, but as Dustin Pedroia says in the NESN commercials, "Every Play Matters."

One more reason I love you, Peedie.

So even though I'm still looking for my One Song, I can still do as Roger does (minus the whole AIDS thing)...enjoy what time I have with my friends, eat well, sing, dance, fall in love, play guitar, and live.

One Song...Glory...