I feel like I’ve been in a trap of not wanting to write about the things that aren’t positive because I want to have this image of being positive and progressive.
I also feel like I write a lot about why I don’t write enough.
It seems like an awful lot of excuses.
Today I was on Twitter and writing a #depressingdailythought.
I worried right after I wrote about it about what the possible implications could be of writing something sad or negative. How will that affect things when I want to grow my life mission into helping people? Won’t I look like a fraud if I do not always portray an image of happy-go-lucky bubbliness?
Later I was able to add in a #positivedailythought. Not because I HAD to, but because I WANTED to.
Truth is, that’s life. Things ebb and flow and we just make the most of it. I am OK with that. I can be a happy person without always being happy. I can be progressive without always having a smile on my face.
Everyday for about 6 months now I have cared less and less about what other people think and have shared more about myself and my truth.
THAT is progress to me.
SIDE NOTE:
I went to look for an image about progress and small successes to go with this post. Damn near everyone is about weight loss/exercise/diet.
Shit- don’t people care about the mental well-being and happiness not tied up in your jean size?
Well, I do!