Turning negatives into positives.
I remember working in the country side, It was a mild-march morning, a Tuesday and I’d arrived at work for 8am. As I approached the long cobbled lane, I’d see a glimpse of the beautiful old building I worked in, the lushness’ of green country views and playful lambs. I felt grateful for mild march mornings, the never-ending views, working in an old historic building and the smell of flowers all around.
Week two. It was a mild March morning, a Tuesday, I arrived at work for 8 am, I drove up the same cobbled lane, I saw an old bleak building, dull flat views, I felt the cold breeze of a mild march morning, and the animals looked glum. I didn’t notice the flowers.
Same time. Same place. Same views. Different mind-set.
I’ve always been an analyser and an over thinker. Both a curse and a blessing. The positives that come…
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