My sweet Katy Kat came by to see me. Poor thing has been worn slick by life and its travails. She had a list of everything that had gone wrong in the past few days: cut off in traffic, locked out of the house, insensitive remarks by a friend, it went on and on. It was a real dead bird weekend. Feeling wise and maternal, I told her that no matter how good her life ever was, these sorts of things would never stop happening and that making lists would only serve to make her crazy.
After she left, I started thinking about the lists I have been making for my entire life: lists of things to do, lists for the grocery store, lists of insults, both perceived and real, lists of places I’d like visit, lists of clothes I’d like to own, lists of women who are thinner and prettier than me so I must hate them, etc. I wondered how healthy these are. Some are obviously useful, but others are doing nothing but making me crazy. (OK, crazier)
I went to a blogging conference this weekend in Vegas called SITScation. Sugar Jones spoke on the power of positive blogging, blogging for good, if you will. She wasn’t insisting that everything be all butterflies and rainbows, but that we are too often victims of our own destructive thoughts. What good does it do me to keep handy all the ways I don’t measure up? How is it useful to chronicle how people have hurt my feelings? How helpful can it be to keep count of all my daily disappointments?
I enjoy a good laugh. Odd stuff just seems to happen to me sometimes and writing about it here is fun. I’m judgy and snarky, and that’s never gonna change. Acknowledging where I come up short and trying to improve should be my constant work in this life. But keeping a running list of all the things that go wrong in my world serves no one. So for the rest of the week, I’m going to take my own advice to Katy Kay and keep a list of all the things that go right. I’m going to try to remember I’m blessed beyond measure and there are real problems in the world: war, famine, crime, and white shoes after Labor Day. Some people have serious troubles.