For Lent, I am giving up negativity.
I like my job. I like my apartment. I like my colleagues and their families. I love my own family. I’m happy with my progress both improving my health and remembering to just breathe. So why do I complain all the time? Why do I qualify my positive statements with caveats and warnings? Why don’t I always talk about the best in people?
It’s too easy to just bitch these days, instead of focusing on all of the awesome in my life. And I’m a little tired of it.
For the next forty days, just call me Pollyanna.