Back in my pre-recovery days, when we would travel and people asked me how our trip was, without even realizing it, I’d share about the 10% that didn’t go right on the trip. I skimmed right over the 90% that did go right. And this is a slippery slope I can skid right back into. As a matter of fact, I think I’m skidding on that slope right now.

When G-Man asks about my day, I don’t say, “It went well.” I reply with, “Well the new website is still glitching, my arm’s still doing that painful arm-thing… Oh, and the knuckleheads didn’t put that stuff back even though I asked them to like 1,000 times to…,” etc., etc.

As I’ve shared before, the only way to shake it, is to fake it. I have to pretend that I’m someone who focuses on the bright parts of her day.

“How was your day, hun?”

“Really good. I got eight new blog subscribers this weekend, I had a nice workout, and the kids didn’t interrupt me at work once all day. How about you?”

While it might seem inauthentic, I don’t care. Sometimes forcing myself to see daily blessings is the only way to snap me out of my negative pattern. Whether it’s my day, my vacation, my life—they’re all the same, it’s just how I choose to look at it. (And no Team, unfortunately this method does not work for cooking. I tried fake-liking cooking for like six months and we all know how that panned out. Get it? Panned out… hahahaha—I crack myself up.)