Monday, November 29, 2010
Bridget on Positive Thinking
Lately, I confess, I've been thinking things are the end of the world. I've been really worried about my sweet little dog Sandy: worrying that I'm going to get a call back from the vet telling me she's dying of cancer, worrying that she won't make it out of surgery alive, worrying that if she does make it out of surgery, I won't be able to get the care she needs for recovering. Worrying, worrying, worrying. I guess since it's her 2nd time being faced with cancer, and since my mom died of cancer the 2nd time she got it, I've been thinking it's just a reality I'm going to have to accept. Well, maybe it is, and maybe it's not. But worrying isn't going to help with any of what lies ahead.
What will help? Thinking like Bridget, of course. She has the choice of accepting her permanent state of spinsterhood and being eaten by wild dogs, and she chooses not. Well, I choose not to accept that my dog will die. (Funny, dogs playing very different roles in our scenarios.) And today, instead of throwing out all of my self-help books, drinking vodka, playing Chaka Khan, and falling off the treadmill, I'm going to make my dog's flight reservation for Christmas. Although vodka and Chaka Khan does sound more appealing.