I was feeling a little silly when I wrote this post, but hey, what’s the point of having a blog if you can’t have a little fun with it now and then? Plus, I’ve been expending all my writing energy on revising my romance novel and had little creative juice left when it came time to post. If even one of these affirmations makes you smile, though, I’ve done my job.
1. Negative thought: My spouse/partner is driving me nuts.
Positive affirmation: God gave me a project He knew only I could handle.
2. Negative thought: My boss’s demands are out of control.
Positive affirmation: My boss’s high standards are excellent training for my next gig.
3. Negative thought: My house is so old and outdated.
Positive affirmation: They don’t build ’em like this anymore.
4. Negative thought: I’ll never be able to retire at this rate.
Positive affirmation: I’m too young to retire (even if hobbling about with a walker).
5. Negative thought: My job is sucking the life out of me.
Positive affirmation: I’m not dead yet.
6. Negative thought: Maybe I should stop drinking wine for a while.
Positive affirmation: Why would I do something silly like that? (followed by hysterical laughter)
7. Negative thought: I’m so out of shape.
Positive affirmation: I still look pretty good in dim light.
8. Negative thought: My house is always a mess.
Positive affirmation: My house is a beautiful, lived in mess.
9. Negative thought: The weather stinks.
Positive affirmation: Mother Nature’s moods mirror my own, and I embrace each and every one of them.
10. Negative thought: Life sucks, then you die.
Positive affirmation: I am fully and completely alive in every sucky and wonderful way.
Have a positive affirmation you’d like to share? Follow the format above and comment. I’d love to hear your spin on life!
Is there a pattern, situation, or challenge that keeps replaying itself over and over in your life? Maybe it’s time to hit the pause button and take a close look at why.
My nine year old son started school recently and, as usual, I took the day off from work. First day of school is a half day. I like to pick him up after school and spend the afternoon with him, to help with the transition back. It’s our little tradition.
After I dropped him off in the morning, I headed to the gym for the first time in a month. As I worked out my legs, a man I hadn’t seen in a while approached me. He’s one of those guys you try to avoid because he loves to talk your ear off. Before you know it, a half hour has gone by and you’ve done nothing but listen to him ramble on when you should have been working out. However, given the fact that I had three hours to spare before I needed to pick up my son, I decided it wouldn’t hurt to be friendly.
That was my first mistake.
At one point in the mostly one-sided conversation, he asked me how old I was. I told him, and watched his eyes widen with what I like to think was disbelief, but the truth is he appeared to recoil from me, as if I’d just told him I had leprosy. Then he said the dumbest thing imaginable, Well, you don’t look as good as you used to. I mean, you don’t need to lose weight, but you could use some toning up. Your skin’s not bad, though, no crow’s feet or anything.
I sat in stunned silence, before making my second mistake. I told him I’d lost close to 15 pounds since last year. To which he responded with the even dumber, I can’t believe you let yourself go like that.
What a dumb ass. That’s what I wanted to say to him. That’s what I wanted to title this post, but decided against it. This guy knew nothing about me or why I’d gained the weight, during a stressful period in life while I was working full-time, pursuing a master’s degree, and dealing with some major family issues. (And yes, numbing myself with cheese and crackers and wine too many nights, and not exercising, but what business is that of his?) Yet he had the audacity to think he could comment on my appearance, on my body!
Instead, I politely said that I had to pick up my son soon from school and needed to get on with my workout. He left me and went to accost another unsuspecting female. If only I’d had the courage to tell him what I thought of his dumb remarks, though it probably wouldn’t have mattered. I doubt he would have fully understood how dumb they really were.
How do you handle it when someone says something dumb or inappropriate to you?
“You cannot catch a horse in a field by running after it.
But if you stand still and hold out an apple, the horse will come to you.”
~B.K.S. Iyengar, Light on Life
Is there something you’re chasing, forcing, or grasping at? Can you be still and allow it to unfold on its own, or perhaps even let it go?
A giant THANK YOU to fellow blogger and poet AJ O’Brien of Monochrome nightmares for encouraging me to share this piece of Flash Fiction with you. AJ has given me a couple of FF prompts to play around with recently, and the one below is my latest creation. His rules were to begin the piece with the prompt he gave, write an exactly 50 word short story, and give it a title. It is so much fun to play with story like this, and I greatly appreciate AJ’s spirit of challenging and supporting me as a writer. I want to spread the love by inviting you to try your hand at Flash Fiction. Feel free to post your own story as a comment, or on your blog with a link to it in the comments, using the rules above. Begin it with the following prompt (courtesy of AJ, whose own flash fiction can be found here):
Prompt: JFK asked me…
by Kim Gorman
“JFK asked me to get Marilyn to sing at his birthday gala.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“I know, it’s insane, but he’s pissed at Jackie, wants to stick it to her.”
“She’s skipping the gala. Said she’d rather be riding horses than celebrating a cheating ass.”
In case you don’t know the history behind the JFK birthday gala, it’s said that when Jackie Kennedy found out that Marilyn Monroe would be singing Happy Birthday to her husband at his 45th celebration, she decided to skip it and take part in a horse show instead. Rumor had it that JFK and Marilyn were lovers, and Jackie was furious and insulted that the actress was invited to the gala.
So, are you ready to give Flash Fiction a try? What did JFK ask you?