Positivity, that’s what I like. For me the glass is always half full, or rather completely full. Half full of water, and the other half of the glass is half full of air.
Writing assignment #13
Happy list
I find positivity very important in my life. Don’t make it too difficult, you won’t change anything anyway. Easier said than done of course. Last December I was also completely over it. Then the psychologist asked, “What makes you happy?” To my horror, my answer was, “Nothing.” I just couldn’t think of anything that could make me happy at that moment. In the weeks that followed I started making a happy list, I already wrote about it in my blog Happy blue monday.
Positive deathbed
My mother had a very positive attitude. Even though she knew she was going to die soon, she never gave up and enjoyed every moment. This made her last month much more enjoyable for her, because she consciously chose the things she wanted to do. And we were therefore able to enjoy her intensely, because her positivity also radiated through to us. We had very few crying moments together, but many more moments that we thoroughly enjoyed. Paint her nails or massage her back. We really did something together, we enjoyed it and now I can even look back on those moments with a smile.
Glass full of chaos
I must admit that my life is in chaos right now. My mother passed away three months ago, and I haven’t really had time to grieve. My father has lung cancer, which has spread to his brain, which makes him very forgetful. He has had brain surgery, is on immunotherapy and has been given about another 12 months. My stepfather has bladder cancer, which has spread to his bones. He has had bladder surgery, is on chemo and has also been given about 12 months. So you can imagine that our emotions are flying around. And that’s why I consciously try to add those happy moments, in between all this misery. That also makes me feel happy and I can handle everything better, usually. And I have been having severe stomach pains since the beginning of December. The investigations are ongoing. Is it just stress or is it something else? My husband is a real hypochondriac, so he assumes the worst, but I think it won’t be too bad. I am a glass full of positivity, just like my mother. ?