Is harder than it appears. I’ve been bombarded lately with negative feelings. You know those days when you just want to find that one bright spot? I think at my root I am a happy, kind and grateful person, but I’m also sensitive and empathatic. You know that book, The Highly Sensitive Person, it sits on my bookshelf, with The Highly Sensitive Child right next to it because after all these are my children.
Oh and I’ve decided to start using my children’s real names on the blog. Will I regret it, maybe? Not sure. Just so you know, if you don’t know already, Emily is the blonde, Karelyn (cuh-rel-in) is the redhead.
Sometimes I think the book I really need though would be titled “How To Stay Happy and Kind In a World of Miserable Selfish People”. I’m really aggravated with people these days and most days I think there may be just about no one in my general area who holds the same viewpoints or has the same set of principles I have. I think I might fall over in gratitude if I ran into someone about town who felt the same way about music, food, love, life and generosity.
It did happen today though. I was at the grocery store. I had just finished my shopping. I was putting my cart away and saw a familiar Subaru with a “Choose Civility” sticker on the back. Smile. It was my Mom’s.
I went back inside and found her, talked for a few minutes.
I have a family that understands. I have a real good friend. I have you, and you and you.
I have decided to let the rest of the world keep their misery and put up a barrier. I am going to quit reading the newspaper again. I am going to go back to soaking up beautiful photos, beautiful words, beautiful song.
That’s the stuff I need to soak in and then I’m going to let it emanate and see maybe if some of it spreads around.