Yesterday I wrote about taking control of your thoughts and listening to the good angel versus the bad. I wanted to just expand a little more on it. Well,  not so much as expand but give you proof that positive thinking even when you are down in the dumps actually helps.

Yesterday I didn’t want to wake up. It isn’t a secret that as a (wannabe) writer my sleeping patterns aren’t the greatest. It isn’t a secret that I have a writing project that means the world to me that I’ve been working on. It isn’t a secret that while I absolutely love my job what I want more than all the world is to be able to write…and possibly travel while doing so. There is something about the tapping of the keys or the smoothness of my pencil that keeps me coming back for more. And so, on hump days, or just days I don’t want to get out of bed, the longing is deeper, the fight is harder, the will is weaker. It isn’t a secret that it is hard to do something everyday that you don’t want to do.

Mic drop on the positive thinking.

I had thought about putting on a facade for everyone. After all, isn’t that what we do most often? Throw out an illusion of who we are, of what we want people to see? I’ve done that most of my life. I’ve built walls so high that it’s even hard for me to scale. I can count on one hand the people I’ve allowed to pass through those walls to know who I truly am. And so, in an effort to be transparent with myself I instead worked yesterday morning on thinking of the positives. Thinking of the things I am blessed with. Thinking of all the good that is in my life.

And the outcome?

I had a good day at work which is not normal considering all that I’ve had to deal with these last few months. I banged out mailers with an archaic postage meter. Paid bills. Got

I got nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award. This in itself is pretty humbling. The purpose of this blog was to try to help people. With this reward it feels like I’m on the right path. Thank you Patricia for the nod. Thank you.

The little people I get to visit with every Wednesday during mPact knew who I was. I’m a new face. New teacher. New person. And yet, I was given the honor to be called Miss Pearly last night. Be still my heart. Those little ones, oh, if they only knew how much they are helping me heal.

The power of positive thinking.

Here is a thought: tell the negative party poopers that are having a heyday in your head to sit down and shut up.

Have a wonderful Thursday, lovelies! xoxo