Positively Mad

Sometimes positivity has me looking like a mad woman. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

A few weeks ago, my energy was low. Really low. You know the kind of low where everything gets on your nerves? Where every molehill is absolutely a mountain? Okay – now you feel me.

So, there I am, feeling low, when my kids come running out of the bathroom screaming. This can only mean one thing – a clogged toilet. 

I was ready to throw in the towel and it was 10am.

Being the only available adult, I didn’t even have time to wallow in the this can’t be happening right now feelings. I felt entitled to all the grumbling I was doing as I managed the situation. As tears began to fill my eyes, I had a sudden, startling thought:

Was I about to let a toilet get the better of me??!!?

Call it pride or ego, but I was NOT about to let this be my story. Something bubbled up from the very depths of my soul.

Positivity.

Where did that come from?! It felt so odd but also felt so good. I was not about to let it go. So, there I was, sleeves pulled up, smile on my face, completely determined. “I will not be defeated by a toilet,” I exclaimed!! I burst out laughing. My kids exploded in giggles. 

And just like that the world was right. (In fact, the “toilet” remains a great metaphor for life’s challenges in our home. And we still use the above exclamation as a sort of battle cry.)

I know sometimes positivity gets a bad rap. People might think you’re living in a false reality. But the truth? Real positivity comes from some place deep within you. It’s completely realistic.

It’s knowing that sometimes s@#% happens and that you can make a big deal about it OR you can find a way to move on. 

The way I see it - positivity is merely possibility.