Begone You Negative January Thoughts

January 2010 Snow Scene

January 2010 Snow Scene (Photo credit: ς↑r ĴΛϒκ❂)

Yesterday I started to talk about my incredibly boring peaceful first of January work day.  And then I got off on a tangent or two and completely skipped over all the kind and loving things I spent my five hours doing, in the spirit of being a joy to the world rather than a pain in its ass.

Anyone who works in a retail setting will tell you (even if you don’t care or especially if you don’t want to know) that it is not an easy place in which to remain upbeat and positive and helpful all day long.  People are demanding.  They would like their every shopping dream to come true.  Some of them do not deal well with disappointment.  Our optical business is not normally open on a stat holiday, and the Christmas season is our slowest time of year.  Nobody thinks of putting a brand new pair of glasses in a kids stocking.  Unless they really don’t like their kid.  So I was anticipating a few quiet hours alone, and for the most part, that’s exactly what I got.

However.  Always, there will be the almighty ‘however’.  It’s some kind of cosmic rule.  Lights on in an optical shop on a stat holiday when you don’t expect it draws the weirdos out of a crowd.  And I mean “weirdos”  in the nicest possible way of course.  Lovely people who felt sorry for me sitting there all alone doing nothing and were kind enough to think up some bizarre problem with their glasses so that I would have something to fix.  A wobbly temple, a loose screw, the wrong tilt, a pinched nose.  My left ear hurts.  These things keep sliding off my face.  I didn’t have time to clean my glasses this morning, would you mind doing that?  And one thing after another, I didn’t mind.  I booked some appointments.  Sold some contact lenses.  Did some filing.  I told a little guy to grow his nose bigger so his glasses would fit better.  We had a good laugh about that.

January

January (Photo credit: Deadly Tedly)

And then in walked the gruff and scowling disgruntled dad with more than a chip on his shoulder – more like the whole damned wood pile.  Children cowering in his wake.  If I could see auras, I imagine his would be gray.  I listened to his story although I’ve heard many versions of it before and the ending is always the same.  Something has gone wrong, it is causing me considerable distress, you had better be able to fix it because I’m ready to become a confrontational bad ass if you can’t or won’t.

I have a mantra that I started saying in my head awhile ago without any real conscious effort on my part.  It just popped in there one day and it’s been hanging around ever since.  “We are all Gods children….all Gods children….all Gods children…”  Repeat as required.  It helps me to keep my mouth shut.  It helps me to remember that this person is not really upset with me or blaming me personally for all his woes.  Because he surely has more of them than this one small problem with his childs eyewear.  It helps me to keep this one small thing from being the straw that breaks his camels back.

The problem was resolved and his child was visibly relieved.  He seemed a little surprised that it all went so well.  He trudged off with his little entourage to be pissed off at something completely different.

The point I’m trying to make (ha! you thought I didn’t have one didn’t you!) is that there is negative energy in the air and it has the power to make us sick if we let it.  If we add to it, it will grow and get out of control and consume us.  Normally I hate January, but this year I’ve decided I’m not going to hate it.  It’s such a waste of time.  January doesn’t care and just keeps on being January in spite of my intense dislike for it, and there’s nothing I can do about that.  I can’t love it, it’s just not in me to love this God forsaken month.  But I can certainly work myself up to being indifferent about it.  I don’t think you have any idea what a lofty goal that is for me!  Almost like a resolution!  But let’s not get carried away here.

So, whatever, January.  I’m done letting you suck me in to being a despondent idiot waiting for you to go away.  On your very first day I proved to myself that being positive and peaceful for an entire five hours is not beyond my capabilities.  Life is just too short to hate all of your Januarys I always say.  Yeah, it is the first time I’ve ever said that, but now I can see myself saying it a lot more.  There.  How easy was that?  Another negative thing about me bites the dust.  I will probably make it all the way to some kind of sainthood by the end of the year.

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14 thoughts on “Begone You Negative January Thoughts

  1. I’ve always hated January, too. Now, you have inspired me to try to at least be indifferent to it. That might be enough to help me get through it. Good post.

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  2. I can’t wait to see you canonized as a saint at the end of the year, Grandmalin. Just make sure you finish your last Bloggers for Peace post before the ceremony. haha.
    Great post. Love the mantra.

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  3. I am also an habitual January-hater but I think I will try to follow your excellent example. Why let this wretched month take such a bite out of my life without at least trying to be more positive?

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  4. ” January doesn’t care and just keeps on being January in spite of my intense dislike for it, and there’s nothing I can do about that.”

    “I will probably make it all the way to some kind of sainthood by the end of the year.”

    I see it coming ;) I know a good online store for halos, when you’re ready…

    Happy New Year 2013 Laughing all the way into the New World!

    Cheers!
    Tomas

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