No room, no room for a negative thought. Not now, no room, not now.
I repeated this over and over in my head as my dog and I walked through the park this morning. Almost like a mantra. The morning walk, after all, ideally serves to exercise me and my said dog, as well as exorcise the mental cobwebs in my head. But as a writer (and an Aquarian, who cannot help but think about several critical things at any given time), thinking clearly and thinking positively takes work.
Of course being positive is worth it! Lucy (said dog) and I know this already. And yet, as we stride along the park’s paths I’ve gotta wonder: What will become of us all as a result of this government shutdown? Will the new county executive we are about to vote into office here next month wind up being just as corrupt as the last? What will that mean for our soaring taxes? How soon will I see my earnings from my last freelance assignment? And what about that salmon in my refrigerator that I’d forgotten about — can I get it in under the wire, or should I pawn it off to my family as “the fresh seafood I stopped to buy for dinner today.” I’m quite sure Lucy won’t rat me out if she gets a slice or two of bologna out of the deal.
Anyway, I will strive to push through the rest of the day, well aware that positive energy begets more positive energy, and that despite the insanity of our collective daily lives, we must make the conscious effort to plow forward and think positive. It’s the only way I’m gonna accomplish anything of value.
No room for a negative thought. Not now, no room, not now.
IN PHOTO HERE: Lucy contemplates that bologna…