This morning's yoga class started with a little diatribe from the yoga nazi. She was saying how, every day, everyone talks about the negative stuff: dwelling on what they can't do, what's wrong with their lives, how their back hurts, how it sucks being single, that they want to lose weight, etc., etc. Lord knows i do my fair share of bellyaching. But I'm also conscious of the time and energy it takes. Sometimes it's absolutely exhilarating, getting in a big, messy bitch session. Usually, though, I hate myself for investing the precious time.
So her Secret-ish sermon that every time we open our mouths and let negative words slip out, we are actually creating more negativity, not expelling it, was greatly appreciated and fully supported (Changez l'histoire, she said, changez l'histoire...). Turns out, the message came on a good day as i could really let loose about some work stuff right now. Instead, I'll just leave that obnoxious little cliffhanger for you.