{"id":1625,"date":"2022-06-25T10:47:03","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T10:47:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.zogue.com\/blog\/?p=1625"},"modified":"2022-06-25T10:48:45","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T10:48:45","slug":"being-positive-about-something-that-was-negative","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.zogue.com\/blog\/2022\/being-positive-about-something-that-was-negative\/","title":{"rendered":"Being Positive About Something That Was Negative"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Botley\"<\/a><\/p>\n

I have written in a lot of diaries over the years. Sometimes they hardly even define a point in my life as anything in particular. Sometimes I will look up a bit of my life I have strong memories of, and be disappointed that I didn’t write much down at the time that tallies with what I can recall. Sometimes when I read them all I can see is my little canoe getting closer and closer to the Niagara Falls of the soul, over and over again.<\/p>\n

But on reflection of certain times, I do think it is possible to be positive about something that was negative.<\/p>\n

For example, consider the English phrase “look on the bright side”.<\/p>\n

When things go wrong, we’re often encouraged to consider the positives to try and make the best of things. Looking on the bright side of a bad situation.<\/p>\n

Sometimes when it’s not even possible to define a point in your life as anything in particular, it still presents a reality. In these situations it is interesting to reflect on what it wasn’t<\/em> when you are trying to work out what it was<\/em>.<\/p>\n

For example I can now nostalgically look back to a time in my life when the entirety of how I spent my time was best defined as how I didn’t spend my time any more. Ties had been cut in my life and I had moved house a long way away from everything that I was familiar with, and I could not go back.<\/p>\n

I still had to be alive in that moment and when I look back, so much of what it was about was what it was not, and what I wasn’t doing.<\/p>\n

I was not where I was familiar, I was not really where I wanted to be, I was very much out of time and out of place. Just because of the sheer difference in life between what I knew and where I was, I ended up doing a lot of things that weren’t what I had done before.\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Slowly, from what it wasn’t, what it was revealed itself as something new, and looking back I can see how I was building something new by not being able to be who I was before.<\/p>\n

It’s an odd thing really – I feel both sad and proud of what was going on. It’s just life I guess, getting on with it and all that. <\/p>\n

Maybe you just had to have been there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I have written in a lot of diaries over the years. Sometimes they hardly even define a point in my life as anything in particular. Sometimes I will look up a bit of my life I have strong memories of, and be disappointed that I didn’t write much down at the time that tallies with […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[270,52,58],"tags":[284,286,126,285,134,288,287],"class_list":["post-1625","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hiraeth","category-memories","category-writing","tag-memories","tag-negative","tag-nostalgia","tag-positive","tag-rememberance","tag-rethinking","tag-thinking"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t