an ode, and lots of gratitude, to the often shunned and rarely celebrated Negative Things:
To the negative reviews and comments: for teaching me that not everyone will always like and approve of me or my words, and that’s ok, and I’m still ok.
To the negative bank account: for giving me the opportunity to realize that I’ll still exist and I still have value regardless of what the numbers say.
To the negative mood: for reminding me that boundaries are important and alone time can be medicine.
A thought to ponder: Positivity isn’t always accessible, nor is it always the best route. Bless the negative and if nothing else, let it feed the creative process. Beautiful art is made from negatives. Especially if you still do old school photography ;)
much love through the ups and downs,
Jess
