I’m not usually one to gush about how great my life is. I’ve always gravitated toward the negative side of life. You know, glass half empty kind of gal. I never liked being that way. In fact, I’ve wished I were someone else or had someone else’s attitude more times than I care to count.
Being negative takes a lot out of you. Your zen energy is zapped and all that’s left is a tired, broken, blah person. It was one of my goals for the year to nip this kind of behavior in the bud. And because I’m not perfect, I’ll admit that there were times it was really hard to think positively.
But for the most part I’m succeeding now. I can’t tell you guys how amazing it feels. The brighter side of life? The right side of the bed? It feels oh so good. But it’s also tender. I know it could go away. And I don’t want it to. I want this attitude to stick around indefinitely.
You know who deserves a positive person more than anyone? My two sons (who are also my soulmates). They belong to me and I belong to them and isn’t it precious, this life we’ve been given to live together? I want to teach them to believe in the good.
They bring me such peace and such chaos and it’s all glorious and hard at the same time. I stroke their blonde hair and I know everything is going to be okay. Everything is good. Positive thoughts. I hope I have it in me to continue.