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Keeping positive

This morning, as I do most mornings, I sat down with a cup of coffee and scrolled through Facebook, catching up with friends and family, and at the end of it, I felt quite down. So many negative and gloomy posts. Okay, I understand — these are difficult times — but most of those things I can’t do anything about, except “like” or “hug” or “be angry” — and how did that impact on me?

It intensified my feeling of helplessness. And brought me down. So today I “took a 30 day snooze” from some people  on FB — even some long term friends, who constantly bewail the situation. I don’t need that negativity in my head.  

I think we need to *work* at keeping positive, to be aware of “downer” posts, to try to avoid ranting about covidiots etc, and following the figures day after day. Ask yourself, How does that serve you? Does it make you feel better or worse? I’m not asking for false cheeriness, or head-in-the-sand, just a bit of balance and maybe some mindfulness. We need to look after ourselves and to work at not being sucked down the plughole of negativity.
There’s a post here on ten things you can do. 

So I’m starting my own little personal campaign, starting with a gratitude journal — reflecting on at least one thing a day that makes me smile or feel good, even in a small way. And this morning’s small moment of gratitude was the poached egg I had on toast for breakfast. A friend of mine keeps a few hens in her back yard, and she gave me half a dozen eggs. They’re so fresh and the yolks are a rich dark gold and delicious, and they turn a simple poached egg on toast into an event.

 My second moment of gratitude was when I was working in bed on my laptop, and my dog jumped up and snuggled close. She usually curls up on that wrinkled greeenish blanket on the corner of the bed, which is her blanket. But today she was all affectionate and nudged me until I’d patted her for a few minutes, after which she settled down, warm against my leg, to snooze while I got on with my work.

Dogs are wonderful reminders of how to be happy. They live in the moment — they don’t fret about the past, or worry about the future. And small things delight them — a dog biscuit, a pat or a cuddle, a ball, a stick, a bird to be chased out of her garden, a walk — and their days are filled with many small delightful things.

It’s a lesson for us all.

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theo
theo
3 years ago

I know what you mean, Ann. I’ve ‘snoozed’ a few local groups I belong to because the admins weren’t really policing them and the hate being spewed in the comments was just too much. I post the occasional ‘warning’ if you will about something I feel passionate, but I’ve seen such a change in people in the past couple years. Things one would never have said to someone face to face are gleefully typed out in comments that are just nasty. I’ve thought about just taking time off FB period though our township uses it for announcements and things and… Read more »

Connie Fischer
Connie Fischer
3 years ago

Thank you, Anne! This is precisely why I have an “unofficial” presence on Facebook. I got so sick of the meanness! While I miss chatting with my favorite authors, I admit that I now have more time for reading and reviewing. In my case, I have three precious kitties that I love to cuddle as I read. Life is good, my dear! Everyone take care and keep smiling!

Martina
Martina
3 years ago

I actually took the Facebook app off of my phone and iPad. I haven’t missed them. I still get random notifications every now and then, and I can check in on things. I was just getting so upset by posts, political (I’m in the U.S. and staunchly democrat) and otherwise, that it was bad for my mental health. I’ve started re-reading your back catalog and that helps a lot!

Marianne
Marianne
3 years ago

For a moment that poached egg looked like a slice of sticky toffee pudding with a mound of whipping cream and a dusting of nutmeg.

Thoroughly enjoyed George’s story… one of the few things I’ve been settled enough to read. Thank you.

Binnie Syril Braunstein
Binnie Syril Braunstein
3 years ago
Reply to  Marianne

Anne – I agree with Marianne’s comment. Until I read further and learned that I was looking at poached egg on toast, I was sure I was looking at some wonderfully dark sweet bread (just out of the oven) with a nice gob of sweetened whipped cream. Sigh…However, I also love poached eggs, and even have a pan that can poach 4 eggs at once. On toast of course. With ketchup on top. (Just call me a Philistine.) As for feeling down-I try to do the best I can by not getting lost in media or social media diatribes, and… Read more »

Malvina
Malvina
3 years ago

I quite agree, Anne. I’ve been trying to keep positive on Facebook. I do empathize with those who are doing it tough, though. Such a tricky time for everyone, really. Even though my brain’s going in fifty millions directions at the moment, I’ve tried to carve out time to sit and read every day – or at least most days. After the first ten jumpy moments I find I settle into it and relax more. Reading is my ‘cure’. Love your poached egg, a favourite of mine. My DIL’s mother has chickens and they produce the most splendid eggs!