We had a wonderful day celebrating our anniversary on Sunday. It became exponentially more wonderful when I declared it a No Unpleasant Thoughts day.
Starting a conversation then stopping became thinking a thought and banishing it before it made its way to our mouths. It didn't take long.
TBG says he still had the thoughts, he just didn't share them. I was blissfully unaware of that, and I don't think it mattered at all. There was a lot less foot tapping and random grimacing (I can tell when he's thinking about FFOTUS) and no ranting at the universe.
We were curating our space. Despair was not invited.
I woke up on Monday and wished TBG a Happy Absolutely Nothing Day. I decided to declare that the day came with only one requirement: No Unpleasant Thoughts permitted.
We've been celebrating it ever since.
We are citizens of the world, however. After we get our morning fill of the news (a short shot, not even 10 minutes before we start squirming), only new developments are shared. Most of the time. Sometimes it just boils over and we can't help ourselves. But one of us will start to back away from the conversation. No Unpleasant Thoughts are permitted.
Yesterday, Linda commented: Whatever brings joy is good with me.
It's good with us, too.
I'm about to sit down to lunch with the newspaper. I'll be shaking my head. But then I'll be letting it go, I hope.
ReplyDeleteAn actual, physical newspaper? Ours became exorbitantly expensive so I transitioned to the online version of the local paper. But lunch and the paper sounds heavenly... assuming you can let it go :-)
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I can hardly watch the news and I turn pages on the newspaper very quickly so as not to even see some of the headlines, much less photos. Actually, I turn screens not pages. It's all online here.
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