I considered my morning ritual in my bedroom of running my hands across my satin bedspread to knock out all the ripples underneath and my evening ritual in the kitchen of clearing the counters, closing the cabinets, and starting the dishwasher, as part of my steadfast commitment to see the world/ my glass as half full. Until today. While the plethora of actions committed in between those routines brings me joy, my daily bookends do not. They are the contrarians, rooted in my obsession to avoid seeing the world/ glass as half empty, hence preventing a deep, dark, desolate depression.
Note: Thanks to the THIN SPIRAL NOTEBOOK for its weekly writing prompt, which saved me today. I was obsessed with writing my blog while also avoiding the sinking feeling in my stomach as today is the year anniversary of my divorce. You should check out the writing prompts here, and try your hand at getting out of your head for a bit.