Becoming A More Positive Person

I’ve always been the sort that feels a healthy dose of skepticism is a very good thing in most situations. In recent years, however, I’ve found myself slipping over to The Dark Side with more regularity, and have developed the propensity to assume the worst in people and situations rather than the best. While I don’t want to be the world’s next Pollyanna, I do have to find a way to moderate my negativity.

Some would look at my life and things that have occurred as justification for my current nature, including me, but I know on some level that I have to change this. I don’t want to be a bitter person, I don’t want to be miserable. But I find myself like this more and more, and I know it has to change.

Frankly I’d rather just forget it and wallow, but I know I can’t do that. So, kicking and screaming, I forge on towards positivity.

Somehow I think this is going to take awhile. (No Laura, bad!)

What I mean to say is, I can do this. I will do this. And my life and my family will all be happier and healthier for it.




One of my favorite times of the week comes on Saturday mornings. I’m up early all week for my job, so my “sleeping in” on Saturdays means maybe until 7:00 a.m. My husband and kids have an uncanny ability to sleep until midday, so this early morning Saturday time is MINE.

I talk to my cat and dog. I sit outside and enjoy the weather before the brutal Florida sun makes it unbearable (which happens by about 10 a.m.). I take the time to read the paper, surf the ‘net, ingest some caffeine, and think about what I want to get done. So peaceful, compared to the usual early morning rush we experience all week.

Mostly I just listen to the sounds of silence. Ah, bliss.