It’s been a challenge, staying positive this year. Too much is happening that scares the living daylights out of me.
The world has never felt like a safe place, even though I’ve been fortunate enough to live in safer places than some of my friends. Safety has felt more and more precarious. Too many loved ones have been threatened with health issues. I’ve been threatened with health issues.
A good friend advised me to stay positive. If I start to get depressed, take a breather, Take a walk, if I can. Look at the beauty of the flowers or anything else which might lift my spirits. Focus on what’s beautiful around me. Remember that every day I’m still with my loved ones is a gift, even if I’m running out of them.
When I pet Sage, I remind myself how happy I am, just to see him, that he’s still here. I try to think what I can in the short term, to make him and others happy.
To stay positive, I have to think of myself as well. What little things can I do to make myself happy?
This satisfies me, rejuvenates me. Forcing myself to stay positive, I find I have more energy to do things, including write.
Yes, it’s a challenge. Sometimes I feel like an idiot, trying to stay positive, considering what’s happening.
The alternative, however, is to shake all over and want to hide.
I’d rather do my best to stay positive, for all the world is hurling gut punches at me this year.
I’ve just got to do what I can to roll with the punches, and pick myself up off the floor.