I’ve thought a lot the past few years about how my thoughts create my reality.
I know. It’s all a little “woo woo.” But it’s true.
After slamming my head into the sidewalk two weeks ago during a run, I’ve spent time recovering with a bruised, scraped, and sore face. It seems every little thing reminds me of how much I hurt. A wire clothes hanger fell out of my closet and hit me in the forehead. Usually it’s not such a big deal, but this week? OUCH. And then there’s the pretty color of my face–a greenish yellow, a pukish color that has remained after the black and blue.
But I would have been ok with that incident. After all, it could have been so much worse.
Then, my right hand, the one with the arthritis in the thumb basal joint, started acting up. It seems I may have carpal tunnel, too. Even trying to unload the dishwasher made me wince.
So I’ve been grumpy. Really grumpy. And taking it out on everyone.
Yesterday, I realized I can let myself be so overcome by the darkness that I fail to see the light–my wonderful writing groups, the progress I’m making on my memoir, good friends and family, and a fabulous place to hang out during the day.
As George Harrison once said, it’s all in the mind. Here comes the sun…..