Back from Venice with hundreds of photographs to turn into a scrapbook,
but the first thing I turned to was my journal... This page began when I
found this pencil sketch online, and it seems to me to illustrate the
half full/half empty thing. The background and the sun are done with
Caran d'Ache crayons, and the grey bottle is pasted onto the page.
This is a bit of a soapbox of mine, so forgive me if I've bored you with
this before, but I find that I can (and indeed MUST) make this choice
daily, if not hourly! It would be so easy to get dragged down by my
illness, and to have a relentlessly negative outlook on life ... and I
do have someone in my extended family who is like that, and
nobody wants to be near them. A good lesson to try and see the positive
and celebrate your blessings, rather than endlessly rehearsing your
woes and complaints!
But there are days when my inner Pollyanna goes on strike, and I WANT to feel sorry for myself, in fact I feel positively entitled. But its not just me, there are countless people who could with perfect justification complain about the hand life has dealt them, and the poor quality of their life, but if they do .... they make themselves extremely unpopular. Its not that a positive attitude changes anything, because it doesn't - the facts remain the same, but what can and does change is how you view it, and therefore deal with it.
So even when its difficult to do so I try to remember to count my blessings, and celebrate all that is good in my life, rather than focusing on the negatives. It really works - and journalling helps! That alone makes me feel lucky!