A week or so ago, I was woken up one morning by a thought.
"It takes just as much energy to believe in the best outcome as to expect the worst."
I shrugged it off.
It came right back.
As of today, this morning, I would have to say that this thought has been dogging my every footstep for a good solid week and a half.
I guess that means I have a new not-so-imaginary friend.
Every time I am tempted to put my energy into disbelieving future potential good in favor of past remembered disappointment, the thought pops up again.
After ten straight days of observation, I can accurately report that my new buddy has more energy than the Energizer Bunny, more enthusiasm than my three year-old nephew with his new toolkit, and more stamina than my friend the marathon-finisher. It outlasts my pessimism, my moodiness, and the black clouds Houston's weather keeps presenting outside my window.
It simply will not go away. Thank goodness.
