The Holy Power of Duct Tape.

Juli's Prism is in the shop, which means she drives my Subaru and I drive the company truck. Her passenger window came unstuck. It's a power window. Monday it just fell open. Our mechanic, who's really really good, couldn't get us in until today. He's really really good, you see, and everyone knows it. So last Monday we duct taped the window closed and traded cars. Today I took her car in. They have to keep it until tomorrow, they're waiting for a part. Until then I drive the truck.

While I like Juli's CD player, I much prefer my Subaru.

Icarus: From The Deepest Dark

I try to have a positive attitude. I don't like negative emotions, or "downdrafts" as I call them. This last week has been difficult. No particular reason, or at least nothing in my life has changed other then loosing weight. Maybe that has something to do with it. I'm not loosing weight too fast. 17 pounds in 7 weeks, that's close to 2.5 pounds a week. That's considered a healthy rate. I'm eating right, so it's not that I'm lacking the right food. I got off the food supplements, maybe that has something to do with it. Lordy they were expensive, but that's another post.

So this week I've been down. I've been here before and I usually know when I'm getting out of it. It's when my creativity returns. I haven't made any posts to LJ lately, largely due to this particular downdraft. So now I'm on my way out, I can feel it.

I'm usually the one fighting other peoples downdrafts, usually my mother's. Rest assured, no ones postings here have affected me, at least as far as downdrafting is concerned. "Sympathy a plenty, but a little less Empathy." My mother is also one of my bosses. That's difficult in itself. But she is very "Irish" in her outlook on life. No matter how great the event she can find the negative in it. She's been in pretty good form lately.

She says she's countering my father's Pollyanna. [My father is my other boss, yes, it's difficult. It's a family business. It has good points. It's in the art field.] Unfortunately for me, my father is a quiet man. I don't see the Pollyanna, I just see the downdraft. The only thing I have to counter it with is my own positive outlook. Despite this posting, yes I have a positive outlook. Sometimes I can't maintain the altitude and I fall.

Just an aside, I consider myself damn lucky in the parent department. They're a terrific pair. If they were perfect then I'd really be screwed up.

I don't stay down, not for too long, not anymore. I've run into some serious emotional bumps in the past. I'll have more in the future. Cest la vi. Each bump has been educational and provides the tools for dealing with the next one.

So I'm back. I've only missed one day of the morning pages, and only one workout. That's a good attack. I haven't been able to write any on "Silver Pickett's" or pursue any other creative endeavor, but the ideas kept flowing. And because of the morning pages I've written them down.

I'm good.