It’s amazing what you start noticing when you simply open your eyes. This is stenciled on the side of a building on upper King Street. I noticed it leaving the Farmers Market. What a powerful message, simply stated. But here’s what else I’m noticing: I feel a little lighter. What I mean is that my thoughts are brighter, not so bogged down, and I’m not drowning like I was at the end of last month.
I’ve been working on my Life Pulp Challenge for a little more than a week. Eight days isn’t so long in the grand scheme of things, but this week I’ve been productive. I’ve gotten work done with pleasure. I wrote my freelance articles easily and efficiently. And when I finish this blog post, I’m going to start working on an essay that has been floating through my mind. I found great joy in researching and choosing the right camera to replace my dying DSLR. I tackled the challenge of getting rid of my son’s pacifiers, which I’ve been delaying since forever. I’ve even slept better.
I’m busy, but I’m not treading water busy. Instead, I actually swimming, floating, maybe even moving with the current. I’m not saying that life is perfect. I cussed my computer yesterday when my blog had issues. And my children wear me out with their constant tug-of-war over toys, snacks, a spot on the couch. I think the difference now is that I recognize those negative moments when they happen. When I look at the negativity with a positive frame of mind, the contrast is enough to knock me over. But being aware of these moments makes me better able to alter my future reactions.
So maybe what I’m learning this month is that love is my new hate.