I’ve been up since 4:30 a.m. with little Miss Brooklyn Meadow. She is finding comfort in absolutely nothing. Milk? Nope. Me holding and rocking her for the past two hours? Yeah, I love this mama, but no. Clean, new diaper? Yeah, again, thanks mama, but just no. Annnnnnnnnnnd as a last resort, I switch on Netflix and begin streaming her favorite television show. C’mon B, it’s True! Still. Not. Happy. Hm.
Now onto me: My dang right eye. “When one door closes, another opens…” I’m not feelin’ as optimistic at the moment. This surely is a bad joke. One chalazion heals, another stye forms? HA! Yep, surely, we have ourselves a lovely stye that has decided to plant its roots and set up camp in my bottom outer eyelid. AWESOME. My thoughts begin to race, criss-crossing, and playing bumper cars on the tracks of my brain waves. Why, why, why do I keep getting these? Must. Research. Now. Phoning Dr. Google (and down the rabbit hole I shall go).
This was the internal dialogue that had began to ramp up in my head this morning. It literally start to finish lasted a matter of seconds before I smacked myself in the face with my Sunday evening prayer/mantra that I had so craftily devised and penned last night: “Looking forward to all that God has planned for me this week. May I have the strength + courage to overcome any/all hardships + may my heart be open to all (even the smallest, and sometimes hardest to see) blessings 🙌🏼Amen.” (For similar content, click here.)
But, how? How, when we are completely trapped in our own carefully and haphazardly spun web of negativity, do we blanket our thoughts with positivity? It feels at times for me anyhow, dang impossible. I find myself asking God, why? What did I do to deserve this? Why am I always dealing with an issue? And, once I get to this point, and we all reach a similar “point,” I laugh at myself. I metaphorically, pick myself up, and in the words of Rachel Hollis, I hear, “Girl, (you need to) wash your face.”
So, my daughter woke me up in the middle of the night? She needed me. Thank you Lord for giving me the good health and strength to be there for her. Thank you Lord for granting me those extra seconds, minutes, hours to spend with her (even if they were in the wee hours of the night). How blessed I am to be able to spend such precious time with her. Thank you Lord for giving her good health, so that she is able to signal for me to be by her side in her times of need. My eye? Get over it Alyssa. It’s a dang stye. Be thankful that you are able to see, that you have your vision, and that it isn’t even the slightest bit near life threatening. Be thankful that it can be treated at home with simple home remedies.
Look at all of those blessings. It is all of those blessings, that I am unable to focus on when I am blinded by negativity.
This y’all, is where your mindset must shift. It quite literally is as simple as turning the switch. It is looking for those blessing in any/all things. Blessings can be found everywhere. Even, through and throughout our hardships. Our days are quite literally FILLED entirely with blessings. It is just a matter of you seeking those blessing, cherishing them, thanking and making praise to the Lord, our Savior. Or, any higher power/being that you believe in for that matter. (I just wanted to take a moment to say that for this and any future postings, although I am making reference to God through my Christian faith, I want y’all when you come across these references, to please, please, please replace my beliefs with yours, so that y’all can get the most out of my writing! ♡ Sorry for the run on!)
Let’s make searching for each days blessings a game. I can promise you, that when you begin to fill your brain space with positivity, and you quite literally begin to count your blessings, your brain is going to be so dang full, that there will be no room for negativity, for any anxious-ridden thoughts. Ultimately, for any thoughts that do not serve you. Y’all can tell those pesky thoughts to go-home!
In closing y’all, we are human. We are going to experience negative thoughts DAILY. Though you, like me, we have the choice to either sink or swim. We can either drown ourselves in negativity, or swim (somewhere on a beach, with our fruity, umbrella-laden cocktail in our hand).
It is completely our (your) choice.
I say, let’s swim together. It is a heck lot more fun!
*Side note – I dedicate this post to my beautiful mother who not only loves me endlessly, but who taught me how to be… how to “wash my face” before it was even a thang’, who taught me how to swim. For that I am endlessly and forever grateful, I love you mama.