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31 Days: Why



Why did I chose to do 31 Days of positive posts? Because there are so many negative things around me right now that if even it is for only 5 minutes, I want to put the emphasis on the positive in my life.

The reason I chose to do the free write prompts is because, we don't always get to chose where we find the positive. Sometimes we have to find it in the places we don't think of and in unexpected ways.

Negativity often feels like a a weight around my neck. After a difficult situation or conversation, I can feel it in my shoulders and sometimes in my jaw bones. Right now my second employer is in the process of being sold and my future there is uncertain, I have loved ones going through difficult times, and of course the news is always unsettling. I wanted to take a break in my day to remind myself that the positive can be found in something as simple as a one-word suggested topic.

Take for example the photo above. I had found out that day that my second job hours were being cut from 19 to 3. I didn't know how I was going to pay my bills. I was full of negative thoughts that were making my shoulders slump and my jaw sore from the stress of it all. As I was walking to my car after going to the gym, I saw this rainbow. I stopped and looked at that rainbow and knew that I was going to be okay. God had taken care of me before and I knew he would do it again. And he did, I was moved to a different section of the department and my hours went back up to 19.

So I guess what I'm saying is these 31 Days of Positive Five Minute Free Writes will be like spending 300 seconds looking for the rainbow in my day. God's promises are always there, even if they are in the places we don't think of and in unexpected ways.

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