Monday, April 9, 2012

ramblings of a practicing optimist

Another Monday, another latte.
A little time to myself... with 20 of my closest Starbucks strangers.
Bleerrrrggggg ... Monday morning.

Some days it just happens.  Some days, I just wake up in a foul, anxiety-ridden mood.  Today is one of those days.  It was a fun, but busy weekend, and I'm just not quite prepared for everything this week is about to bring.  After spending the morning (almost successfully) resisting the urge to inahle Thin Mints and M&M's in my nervous rage,  I'm putting my foot down.  Get out of here crappy attitude.

Here's the thing about negative thinking: it's a black hole.  It'll suck up every thought and ounce of productivity if you let it.  And if you're not paying attention, it will grow bigger and meaner than a Mogwai with the midnight munchies.  So far today, I've stressed about a lost lens cap, returning numerous emails that I just didn't want to deal with on Friday, forgetting my phone at home (heaven forbid I might miss something!), calling the doctor, having more penalties than I would have liked in Saturday night's derby bout, and of all things with minimal impact on my daily life ... gas prices.  Seriously, that is the black hole of negative thinking.

So, I had two choices.  Curl up in a fetal position and cry for the rest of the day, or take a minute, a few deep breaths, grab a latte and get shit done.  I'm happy to report that after the latter, this week is off to a great (re)start.  It's amazing what a little conscious shift in mindset can do for a gal.

Saturday night, I saw my sage advice in action.  My very good derby friend was nervous as could be about jamming in our home-opener.  We're both still newbies, so the nerves, anxiety and fear of pooping our booty shorts during the national anthem hasn't quite subsided.  After the first few jams, she was already spent.  She looked at me, gasped for air and said, "I can't do this.  I don't think I can do this."  Needless to say, we had a ways to go, and she had to do it.  I responded with little sympathy (derby love, folks ... derby love) and just told her, "Yes, you can.  Stop telling yourself you can't."  And just like that, she snapped out of it,  "You're right.  I can do this."  And you know what?  She went on to score 30 out of our 77 points, survived every last jam and was voted MVP by the opposing team.  She thanked me later for the little pep talk.  I wish I could take credit, but I don't think I told her anything she didn't already know.  I simply reminded her of the truth.

So, here's my truth.  Yes, I can do this.  Turns out, my lens cap was in my purse, my inbox is not going to kill me, my phone was at home all along (and I didn't miss a thing!), my doctor's appointment is set, I get another chance at cleaner skating in a mere two weeks, and for crying out loud, I can walk if I suddenly can't afford to put gas in my car.  I'm in control.  And I'm going to make it a banner day.

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