Share Good News

You know what my favorite part of the news is?

Besides Brian Williams. (You know you love him. Everyone loves him. “If you and Brian Williams both called your dog, your dog would run to Brian Williams.” Quote Source.)

My favorite part of the news is the last five minutes, the “Make a Difference” segment. It is, quite often, the only positive moment of the whole show.

5 minutes of good news? Out of 30? Hmmmm….

I’m just gonna throw it all on the table here. Lately, I’ve been consumed with anxiety. I’m afraid. I’ve started to expect the worst when the phone rings. I jump to the worst conclusions. I’m seeing the cup as half-empty. I read too far into things. I point out the negative first. I react with anger, tears, or some kind of defense mechanism to stressful situations. Upon hearing the news about the movie theater shooting on Friday, I wanted to hide from the world, hide from the news, hide from everything.

I thought I was going crazy.

My blog friend, Linda, somehow described exactly what I’ve been feeling in her blog post about the shooting in Colorado. My heart is broken for the victims, the families of the victims, and all those affected by this horrible tragedy.

But, my anxiety has been building up for a while. It’s been going on for several weeks, maybe even months, now.

Everywhere I look these days, I see bad news. Maybe my worldview has changed since having a baby? Maybe my anxiety is stemming from a touch of postpartum blues or, at the least, from postpartum hormones surging through my system? Maybe I, the eternal optimist, am becoming a pessimist?

Or perhaps, the real culprit is that we are being inundated with difficult, heartbreaking news.

Between magazine covers, newsstands, TV, and social media, we are constantly being told what’s happening in the world. Which is good, it’s important to know what’s going on and good to be informed. But, much like the nightly news, the good stuff is represented by only a fraction of the headlines.

So, I want to change the news.

I want to live in a place where we get reports on just as much happy news as sad news. I want my Twitter stream to lift me up, not drag me down. I don’t only want to know when the unthinkable happens, I want to know when impossible hurdles are overcome. I don’t want to only hear about a break-in or robbery, I want to see a story about a local business thriving. I want to see posts online giving thanks for the little things that we take for granted and the good energy we each possess.

Good news can be the news. The other day, my Junior League posted a wonderful idea on their Facebook page asking members to share good news to send out some positive energy and lift spirits. I love this idea…so I’m grabbing on to the trend. AND starting a hashtag: #sharegoodnews

I would like to encourage you all to post whatever good things happen to you or to people, businesses, and communities you know. Tell the world that there is still a lot of good out there. Post it on your Facebook, use the hashtag to share on Twitter, and write blog posts to tell your good news.

And, if you don’t have a blog of your own, send me your story via the contact page and I’ll post it on my blog for you.

We can change our outlook. We can change our world. We can change the news. And we can give that lovable Brian Williams all sorts of happy things to talk about.

November Neurosis

I’ve noticed a pattern. When November arrives, I become a nervous nellie, a worry-wart, a neurotic trainwreck, or my fave, anxiety girl.

via Cup of Joe.

As you can tell from yesterday’s post, I might be slightly overwhelmed these days. Being five months pregnant, that’s no surprise. But what did surprise me was that I recently realized I did the exact same thing last November.

I sat and thought about this a bit, instead of taking on all the things that are making me nervous, (productive, huh?) and think I’ve identified the reason for my neurotic tendencies come November.

December is a BIG DEAL. First, Christmas is in December. I anxiously await that special day like a little kid – being good ALL YEAR LONG so I can be sure to have the very best celebration possible. Who doesn’t start the countdown to St. Nick’s arrival on December 26th?

Next, we end our year in December. All the resolutions, goals, and plans for the previous better have happened ’cause time’s up at mid-night on 12/31 and you have to start all over again come January 1st. What a positive outlook, huh?

Last, my birthday is in December. Prior to last year, I looked forward to my birthday like a child. Excited to be celebrated, looking forward to cake and opening presents, you know the drill. But then, I turned 30. I made kind of a big deal about it. I don’t know what I thought was going to happen when I turned 30. I guess I was just terrified that I’d wake up one day older with grey hair, saggy boobs and crow’s-feet (as if, I’ve been using eye-cream since I was 25….it’s never too early to start ladies).

Being that I was clearly shaken up by the prospect of entering my thirties, I’m not surprised that I feel the same level of anxiety about solidifying my presence in this decade by adding another digit and becoming a “thirty-something.” Ugh. I just threw up a little in my mouth.

Thirty-one, Christmas, and the end of the year. All of these things are piling up in my brain and making my day-to-day life feel overwhelming. Not to mention that I am also growing a human! Puh, my ability to handle a chipped nail has become non-existent. I find myself worrying incessantly about doing a good job at work, achieving goals, being a good mom, how to pay for a baby, being a good friend, our government, making time for my spouse, training my dogs, puppies without homes, being healthy, exercising, what I’m wearing, the starving children of the world, what other people think of me, what the lady who looked at me weird yesterday was looking at…..

BAH! I get myself so worked up that I shut down. Instead of knocking out my stressors one TO DO item at a time, I curl up in a ball and watch reruns of FRIENDS and cry because my hair isn’t Jennifer Aniston-esque right now (don’t worry, I made an appointment with my stylist yesterday).

Clearly, this is unhealthy. It’s better than how I coped with my November Neurosis last year – which was to drink, a lot (what I wouldn’t do for a glass of wine right now). That’s no longer an option with this bun bakin’ in my internal oven and I need suggestions for a better way to handle it all.

So, I’m coming to you all for help!

What do you do when you get overwhelmed by life? How do you prioritize your time to get it all done? What do you do to just chill out!?

I’d love your advice and suggestions!