Itís only day two, and Iím already seeing how difficult this little project is going to be. I donít think of myself as being a glass half-empty kind of person, but Iím honestly skeptical that I will have three positive things to mention on a daily basis.
This goes to show how warped my thinking actually is. Three is such a small number. I donít live in a concentration camp, and even then, I bet a really optimistic person could find three positive things to say on a daily basis.
Thatís the point of the exercise, right? My brain doesnít immediately leap to positive thoughts, so why not force it to use those synapses? Like challenged muscles, I should get better at it.
So, time to quit the whining and startÖ
Iím so grateful that itís Friday, and that the last two days of this work week have been relaxed. It gives me the opportunity to sit and think about how I can improve my life. Like, how can I make it so I never have to come here, again? Hmmmmm.
I bought a lip moisturizer called Badger Cocoa Butter Lip Balm. The creamy, oily, greasiness is feels soooooooo good and satisfying. I love the smell, too. For most of my life, lip dryness has been a problem. It feels like a tragedy if I have to go anywhere without lip protection. This winter, my lip dryness somehow managed to get so bad that, not only do I need to have constant access to moisturizers, but now they have to be serious, no nonsense, moisturizers, that could make an alligatorís lips feel soft and kissable. Now, I have stocked up, and Iím good.
Last night, an old high school friend contacted me. At first, he just asked if he could link to me on linked in. I wasnít sure if it was one of those form type emails that people send to everyone theyíve ever known, in their entire lives, in order to expand their network. After I responded, he immediately replied in a friendly, inquisitive manner, truly wanting to know how Iím doing. Heís since come out of the closet, and seems to be living a life that would be worthy of any, ďIt Gets Better,Ē video.
I downloaded When You Are Engulfed In Flames in audiobook format, yesterday. I own the paper copy. I read it once, years ago, when it first came out. While I like reading David Sedarisí writing, I love hearing him read it, even more. Not so much because I think itís funny. Iíd been a David Sedaris fan for years, before he was famous. It took me by surprise when people would say he was "hilarious" or refer to him as a humorist. For years, I thought he was a realist, and I could relate to him. So, when I listen to his voice, I donít laugh (well, I occasionally chuckle), I feel more like Iím listening to my interesting, off-beat friend recount his day. I used to have a lot of interesting, off-beat friends before I went all mainstream.
I like being mainstream. Youíll notice that most off the strange and off-beat people of teen and young-adult years tend to be the movers and shakers of the middle-years.
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