I spend a great deal of time with positivity. Sometimes I'm one with the sunshine, spreading my flailing arms the window of my pummelled old car, flying down the road while my man (or BFF) gets mad that I’m playing exactly the same song again and again for that fifth time. During these moments I am blissful, playful, forward thinking and overall heart-healthy. I feel like I can really settle in to these pillows which i call employment, family, friends, music, running and writing and just take a large ol’ happy nap.
I also spend a lot of time sitting my big ol’ ass on positivity and squashing it under my wild accusations how every day life is beating me up. I spend time making positivity disappear like its last season’s ombré and I have to go to the dark side. I watch myself result in the snarky comment, complain about how exactly awful my morning continues to be and “can’t this month you need to be over”. Sometimes, I even watch myself prevent people I need the most.
I find that sometimes when life is throwing you a curveball, it is very hard to not let positivity be a waste.
When you’ve been surfing for jobs for 3 months and the only employer seeking to hire you is the Mcdonalds down the street from your childhood home you’ve lived in since you can’t afford your own place. Like don’t I have a college degree? BK isn't the king I deserve.
When you reach that moment you and your love aren’t intended to be anymore. And also the glamour from the weekend evenings fade, the glimmer from the male attention subsides and you feel….well alone. And frankly, unlovable. You wonder why the hell is this going on? And can’t this awful perspective of pit of the stomach go away?
When you are feeling you aren’t living up to the dreams you'd in your mind on your own. That luster for life is below average. You find yourself unsatisfied with the cards you’ve most recently been dealt. Although you realize you're worthy and able to a straight flush, all you’re dealing lately is a set of unlucky damn sevens.
Some might say that this is when we start being negative.
Negativity is really a tricky thing, the thing is, because it’s intentionally the alternative of positivity. It’s the I personally don't like you to definitely the I like you and the punch to the hug. It’s the intentional force of sadness, misery, anger, or hostility.
I don’t feel that this is what I experience, and i'm sure most people would feel the same. What is a fact of life is the fact that we don’t choose to spill negativity unto ourselves, unto the folks we love or unto the neighborhood coffeehouse barista we just didn’t say thank-you to purposely and huffed at to get our latte extremely fricken’ WRONG.
What I'm suggesting what we should do instead is unintentionally lose our positivity. We are negative on-accident. We just lose ourselves a little within the madness and our positivity slips a little away. I find that because I don’t feel the utmost satisfied, things within my life become also unsatisfactory. I complain a tad too much, I lose the bright side in things and worst of all, I'm able to lose perspective.
You didn’t mean to snap at the BFF for re-scheduling your brunch date and result in a riff, because really in the big picture, you're pleased to have her in your lifetime like a friend and glad you're close enough to invest time with her.
You didn’t mean to complain for your desk buddy about how exactly you actually wish you can stay in bed all day and work sucks, because really in the main issue, you are feeling lucky to possess your health, as well as your mobility.
You didn’t mean to get angry at the family member for nagging you with questions, because really, you feel blessed to have someone who cares so much regarding your well-being.
These moments are what I feel to be my negative-on-accidents.
This is when I personally use reflection because the ultimate tool. I attempt to remind myself everyday of the things I'm thankful for. I try to change my perspective to mirror around the many others nowadays that don’t what I do. I try to enjoy my sub-standard latte while in my head I play again and again all the more-than-perfect things in my life. Whether that function as the breakfast sandwich I ate that morning, the hug my girlfriend gave me last night, the phone call from my mother saying she loves me, or even just the truth that I'm healthy and breathing climate.
We all have these different blessings we very often forget to count. Whatever yours are, I encourage you to definitely count them today. Our mind is a strong tool. Let’s use it to alter our perspective, to mirror, and to make use of this to get ourselves out that funk. It isn’t all bad, and after all, you aren’t that Negative Nancy that is sometimes making a look and feel, you really, positively, aren't intending to lose your positivity.
