This whole being positive all the time thing is harder than originally planned. It seems that most of my negativity has been coming out in my dreams these days. Which I guess is better than spewing it to coworkers and friends.
The other night I dreamt that I went ape-shit on some woman who cut in line in front of me at Starbucks and got the last reduced fat mixed berry coffee cake.
Apparently my subconscious has a little bit of hostility, or just needs some cake.
Hard as it is, I’m still walking through the streets of Manhattan smiling and it really does make a difference in my mood and the way people approach me.
Last night I met up with my friend Married Guy for dinner at Hooters. Married Guy isn’t his given name, but in my head it is. I nicknamed him that because we used to be in an improv troupe together, when he auditioned he announced he was getting married the next week. So, the first time I saw him after he was cast he was married, and I didn’t remember his real name. It stuck. Married Guy has left behind the world of improv comedy and performs all the time as a stand-up now. He’s been strongly suggesting that I give the stand-up circuit a shot, so over wings and curly fries I picked his brain.
I think I’m going to do it. I’ll probably take a class first, because I like to feel well practiced, but I think it’s going on the 2010 Happiness To Do list.
Oatmeal with almond butter and banana
Coffee with 1% milk
Leftover chicken, broccoli, and brown rice
6-wings and curly fries