It may have escaped your notice, being that its wrapped up in shiny packaging, but I have a tendency to look on the darker side of life. Let me spare you all the pitiful reasons why and skip to the part where I realize this will never make me happy. I know, its kind of obvious for most of you. Back when God was handing out “duh’s” I was off weeping in the corner somewhere.
Little did I know, in those early pubescent years of disillusionment, that by befriending pessimism I would develop habitually negative thought processes that continue to punish me by not allowing me to enjoy the happiness that I have both earned and been blessed with. The constant threat of rain from my little black cloud fills me with such anxiety I can’t enjoy my beautifully sunny life.
Recently a friend lent me a book by Dr. Laura, Stop Whining, Start Living. A word about Dr. Laura- the woman is a beast. But, once you get past her unwarranted hostility towards the dysfunctional masses she exploits for personal gain, the woman makes a mean point: Be constructive. Don’t let your pain own you. Be positive. Accept that suffering is part of life and that its not necessarily a negative part. Stop dwelling, start serving others. It made me feel like one pathetic whiny moron. Good book. I highly recommend reading it sometime.
So I know I’m not going to wake up tomorrow morning and have my entire attitude transformed. But I intend to put a smile on my face and try. This life is too short to put off living. Its too precious not to see the silver lining even when its overcast. A little rain never killed anybody.
