I just got back from a mini vacation where I had the pleasure of seeing to old and dear friends. Their joy at seeing me was so wonderfully rejuvenating. I cannot express how much I’ve missed them. However, I believe they know, since it was obvious they’d sincerely missed my presence in their lives. It was wonderfully affirming and something I am not used to seeing and identifying.
I’m glad this time I could. Next time, I’ll be able to recognize it as I’m experiencing it, and it will make the memories even more special.
Perhaps I will finally begin building mainly positive memories instead of mainly negative. Perhaps that’s the secret to optimism: reflecting on the positive, even through the negative?
Even if it’s not, it’s a method that is working for me.
I haven’t felt this healthy in a very long time. Here’s to baby steps and perseverance.