Positivity is the thing right now, sometimes exhaustingly so. I'm very happy for those people for whom it works, but sometimes I find it all too much. And I know that I'm not the only one.
Positive people are said to be brave, especially if they are dealing with extreme difficulties in their lives. But sometimes I think that admitting that you see the world as a glass half empty is ever braver, because apparently many people don't want to hear that. We're supposed to be perkily positive at all times, maybe not always for our benefit. Sometimes I wonder if it's more for the benefit of those around us.
Yet as we suppress our true feelings, we're being told to validate the emotions of our children. Hmm.
And just try posting on Facebook that you're having a bad day. What do you think will happen? You'll be told to cry it out. Confusing, much? And I don't like crying. It makes me feel weak and vulnerable and obviously I don't want to do it in front of the children.
(Which is why many mums claim to cry in the shower, something I find very sad.)