The power of positive thinking, and why it doesn't seem to be helping right now.

For times of silence

 

For those of you that know me, I am relentlessly positive.  Thier have been so many times in my life that I could have/should have cried, but I found a way to power through, and find the positive in a situation.  The glass is half full, not half empty.

 

Right now though, I have no words.  I feel shallow, and guilty focusing on the things I often do.  I go to the gym and push large amounts of weight, but where was I as tragedy struck my city?  How were my muscles of any help to all of the innocents that suffered at the hands of a few extremely warped individuals?

 

My city was attacked during a joyful time.  People who worked so hard to train for a marathon, and their joyful supporters, there to share love and light were attacked, maimed.  

 

Today my heart breaks.  I left my sweet city of Boston for a weekend away, to pursue a dream that I have had for a long time but I can't leave the feelings of sadness I have for the innocent people that were hurt last week.   Each time I hear a story, I am grieving anew, feeling pain for what these innocent people have to go through.  There is no problem in my life that is an issue compared to the things that people are living every moment right now, every day.  If this seems sad, it is.  I am stunned by what happened during the Marathon, and there is no reason.  

 

Every day I will try to think of something kind that I can do.  I'm going to try to spread love.   Whether is donating money to a victim of the bombings, or bringing fruit and supplies to the hospital, I want to do something that is good, and kind every day.

 

Wishing you love, and light today,

 

Megan