A Short One

It's so hard to stay positive all the time.

It's so hard to not expect things from people all the time. Expectations are just one huge disappointment after another.

I find that lately whenever doubts creep into my head (about anything at all), Journey starts singing me their most famous song, and in particular, the line:

"Don't stop ... believing. Hang on to that feeling."

Never fails. And it's only that line which runs through my head, over and over again, as if the record player is skipping ... small town girls and city boys have nothing to do with it in my head. And there are definitely no trains involved.

It's like my anthem; my brain giving me a little pep talk in the form of song. And I suppose it would only work through music. If my head tried to tell me its words of encouragement, it would just blend in with all the words of frustration that are already occupying that space.

So, thanks brain. Even though you're the one who puts those doubts in my mind, you're starting to pull me out of that as well.

Hopefully, I won't need to hear the rustle of discouraging thoughts for the song to come into my head.

Hopefully, sometime soon, I will just hear the song.