the Traveling Writing Room
How can December be all cheery and bright and January be like a cave full of bat dung?
Perspective. All in the eyes of the beholder. These last few years I’ve struggled to keep positive, to keep moving forward, to bloom where I’m planted, to look on the bright side, see the silver lining, accept it could be much worse, and the cliches go on and on.
But the truth is, there are days, many days, in fact, when I want to blame someone or something else for the bad in my life. I want to wallow in my despair. I don’t want to be talked out of my yucky mood. I want to fall face first into the mud and kick the cat. I want everyone else to be wrong. I don’t want to feel good. I want to feel sorry for myself. I want to believe that there is no bright side, no silver lining, and the grass on the other side has dried up and blown away.
Come on, wouldn’t it be easier to blame everybody else for everything? Failure? Not my fault. Missing the mark? Not my fault. Being late? Not my fault. Getting fired? Not my fault. Getting a bad grade? Not my fault? Hurting someone’s feelings? Not my fault.
Don’t tell me you wouldn’t love to whine about everything. My French fries are cold. I’m hot. I’m cold. It’s too hard. Quit looking at me. You cheated. Mom always loved you best.
I want to do all of that. I want to. I really want to. Blame. Whine. Make excuses. Complain. But the fact is, it’s just as hard to maintain a bad attitude all of time as it is a good attitude all of the time. Both are exhausting. Both require a section of your heart. Yet, one makes you stronger and one makes you a cry baby. One teaches how to stand tall and one keeps you small, very small. One loves others and one only loves themselves. One cultivates true friends and one attracts flies. One looks like Jesus and one shows no resemblance at all.
It’s the fifth day of 2021. There’s still time to decide who and Whose you want to be.
I’m just saying…