30 Aug The Train To Positivity
I’m panting and my throat burns but I have to make that train so I run faster.
All I can hear is the pounding of my heart, the throbbing of my legs and the slapping of my cute new ballet flats on the tarmac. I sound like the percussion section of an orchestra playing out a death scene.
As I pelt into the station, sure that I’m about to throw up over my favourite sundress, I hear… _“toot toot, all aboard”_
“Buuuuugggggerrrrr” I curse my tardiness.
Chug … chug … chug, chug, chug, chug, chug….. toooooooot.
“Ping pong… the 7.30 train to positivity on platform one has now left the station.”
I skid to a stop, bent double I struggle to catch my breath. I look up and watch the tale end of the train roll out of the station. I can do nothing but stand in despair as the station guard approaches.
“Don’t worry miss they’ll be another train to positivity tomorrow. If you’d like to make your way over to platform two the train to negativity is still waiting.”
I turn and look over my shoulder; I see the crowd of down trodden zombies shuffling towards the train. The worse sorry cases are the ones that have been travelling to negativity for years. They’re dressed head to toe in grey, skin pallor to match their outfits, rotten teeth and drool down their chins.
I shiver with fear.
This isn’t the first time I’ve missed the positivity train and ended up heading in the other direction. From previous journeys I know it’s a rusty old shout back to the 1970’s with cracked windows, ripped seats and broken door handles.
The destination is terrifying; a permanent fog sits over the town making it hard to see anything clearly. It’s impossible to smile, it’s like the required facial muscles have become paralyzed.
As the reality of the day ahead sinks in out of the corner of my eye, I see a bench. A quick scan of the platform and I see it’s the only bench around. Sat on top of the bright blue bench is a colourful cushion and next to it a planter full of vibrant pink, yellow and blue flowers, a welcome sight compared to the grey on platform two.
I turn to the station guard.
“If it’s okay with you, I think I’ll just sit and wait for the next train to positivity.”
“Of course miss, make yourself comfortable.“
I sit down on the bench and take out my flask of tea and sip away as I watch the world go by.
I briefly think of all the things I was going to do today but then accept that it’s just not possible.
Is it possible to be positive all the time?
There are a lot of people out there that tell you that’s it’s possible to think yourself happy. I’d be one of them!
But are these people really always positive?
Of course not.
Some morning’s you wake up and you just can’t see the sunshine for the grey clouds.
You say your positive affirmations but your heart still hangs heavy.
It’s like your motivation and enthusiasm snuck out the front door in the middle of the night.
What to do, how to cope?
On days like this I appreciate that it is just a day to sit and observe life.
A day to procrastinate, ponder and achieve nothing.
I like to remember the good old days. Drink endless cups of fruit or herbal teas and think about nothing in particular.
And when one disaster follows another I shrug my shoulders and go, oh well.
Because I now know that on these days I must show myself some kindness and understanding. To be positive requires energy and so at times we must stop, rest and restore our energy reserves.
So if you wake up and think “meh!” It’s a grey day today.
Just find a nice comfy seat, grab a mug of tea and show yourself some kindness.
The kinder you are to yourself the more motivation; enthusiasm and positivity will want to be your friends.