Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Below.
Iâ€™m actively Â working Â on Â all Â sorts Â of Â little Â things Â to make my surroundings Â more positive. Â Some seem trite, but they all add up.
Before heading out to work today, I checked my email and started to run out of the house when I thought better of it. I actually went back to my computer.
See, the last email I readâ€”the one Iâ€™d left showing in my preview screen because it was the last email the cursor was touchingâ€”was Â from a disgruntled author (not affiliated in any way with Spilled Candy Books). Â I Â wonâ€™t call her a friend because she isnâ€™t. In fact, I have very strong negative feelings Â about Â thisÂ particular Â person Â and brief work weâ€™ve done together. So, first of all, I was leaving an email Â showing Â from Â someone Â I Â have Â negative Â feelings about. Just a glance at it made my upper lip curl in Â distaste Â because, Â well, Â thatâ€™s Â what Â happens Â automatically when I see her email address pop up in my inbox when- ever she posts to a writersâ€™ community weâ€™re both members of.
This particular post was ripe. I wasnâ€™t the brunt of her wrath Â thisÂ Â time Â but Â another Â author Â was, Â whom Â she promptly crucified for having a differing opinion. When I read Â the Â message, Â I gotÂ the Â full Â effect Â of Â her Â negative emotions. And thatâ€™s the message Â I left on the screen. Hateful, angry, mocking.
Thatâ€™s what I left showing, contaminating the room, contaminating Â me every Â time Â I Â glanced Â at Â the Â locked screen. It would be the first Â thing I saw upon returning home. It was the last thing on my mind as I Â began my day.
And I didnâ€™t like that.
So I went back to the computer and minimized the email view, then clicked on a screensaver of Shannon giving me a kiss on the beach Â (could have been one with Aislinn, but this is the one I picked today). Â Itâ€™s Â a photo that always makes me smile, no matter what, every time I see it. Thatâ€™s what I left on my screen the second time.
The last Â thing Â I see-and Â think Â about-as Â I leave Â the house to start my work day and the first thing I see when I return to my computer in the evening.
Itâ€™s a small thing, a very small thing, but it makes a difference in staying upbeat and serene.