Do you ever think of yourself as being one way, and then someone points out that, more often than not, you are acting the completely opposite way? I mean, if you asked me, I would say I am a positive, optimistic person. But last year, Roland would tell me that more times than not, when I came home from work, I would only relate all the bad things that happened that day.
He said that’s a real drag. Not very attractive, and didn’t really make him want to even ask how my day was.
Ouch. But, yeah, I have to admit, there was more than a little truth to that.
The fact is, I don’t really like my job. OK, I actually hate it. But that doesn’t mean I can’t find positive things about it.
January 1 is, of course, the chance to start over, wipe the slate clean and for me, an opportunity to change my attitude. I can’t take credit for the way I am choosing to accomplish it, however, because I’m certain that I saw something at least a little similar on pinterest.
But there it is. My jar of positive. The idea is that every day, I take one of the little slips of paper, and write about something positive that happened that day.
Not gonna lie, I haven’t done it every day. Sometimes I don’t, simply out of laziness (yes, I know it only takes a minute or so). Sometimes I don’t because I’m too caught up in the negative-ness of my day, and I’m just having a little pity party.
But there it is. On the kitchen counter. To remind me that I have so much to be grateful for. To remind me to just get over myself, and be thankful, positive and optimistic. To let go of the bad, and embrace the good.
I need to go write something about yesterday.