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POSITIVE

I told my therapist I had a hard time keeping a journal because it tends to just turn into a "poor me" fest. Which is true, these excercises tend to turn into heavy self - pity sessions. She told me to stick to positive things, which this is an attempt to do.
Number one on the list is my upcoming move. I've already been able to get a job up in Rochester, which I'm starting in less than 2 weeks. It's another job in optical, this time as a tech. It's a full - time job, and the coolest part about it is that I'll be part of a union. As a frustrated lefty who's previously worked mostly in Florida, this is (at least symbolically), a pretty exciting development for me. Potentially even opens up the door for future activism possibilities. My plan is now to leave on Monday, with this weekend being one last opportunity to get everything together down here.
Another positive note is the sky. May sound wierd, but I've been trying to practice gratitude more and one idea I heard was about appreciating the sky. Appreciating the beauty of it and how it is different every day. And you know what? It is different every day. So, I've been trying to take a moment out of every day, at least once, to just go outside and just look at it. I think it's helped me start my days off on the right foot. I also like standing out in the grass and feeling it under my rubber crocs. 

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