I’m doing an experiment of relating positive experiences to y’all for three days. Honestly, I have oodles of positive experiences because even when I fall on my derriere I learn from it and what’s not positive about that?
I’m a firm believer in being grateful. If you’ve been a Warm Fuzzies blog reader for a while, you already know this story, so please forgive my redundancy.
After my husband died and I lost my oldest son, I found life to be a dark and dangerous place. I knew what it was like to be afraid for your life, what it was to love someone and lose them, what it was to have things happen that weren’t supposed to happen to you. Life wasn’t what I expected it to be and I was teetering on the edge of self-destruction. I had a child who depended on me, however, a son who was having his own traumatic life experiences, so I had to find a way to survive. I started reading self-help books. I started devouring anything that remotely hinted at positive thinking. One of the books I read recommended keeping a diary, so I started a diary of things about which to be positive. I ran across it the other day and my heart nearly broke for that poor woman. One of the early entries was: didn’t find a mouse in the garage today.
You have to understand that good things might have been happening all around me. I couldn’t see them. I was so mired in my own grief that they weren’t visible to me.
But my diary made me look.
Ever since then, I make a habit of looking for good things. Nowadays I do it on Twitter. I do my “Today, I’m grateful for…” Sometimes, it’s silly stuff. Sometimes, it’s more life affirming.
Being focused on good things is a habit, though, and one that I’ve had to develop and cultivate.
I also keep a small diary for myself, in which I write more personal stuff to be thankful for. Sometimes, I “pay it forward”. In other words, I put things I’d like to happen, but I word them as if they’d already occurred. The other day I wrote: “Today I’m grateful for my great sales for The Fertile Vampire.” You see, I really love that book and hope that readers embrace it.
Then, I went about my day.
Later on, I checked my Kindle and Nook rankings. That day The Fertile Vampire was purchased by an unbelievable amount of people. I wasn’t doing a promotion. I wasn’t tweeting about the book. If someone reviewed it favorably, I didn’t know.
Did my little affirmation in my diary sell those books? No. Being focused on good things, however, changes my attitude. If I see good things, I’m more upbeat. I have a better outlook on life. I have hope. I concentrate on stuff that can add to my life instead of things that tear down my mood.
And, now, thanks to all those readers, I have something else about which to be thankful.