Monday through Friday on Facebook, I post a daily “Motivation,” a positive, inspirational message. Many people have responded to it “positively,” and I get quite a few thank yous and shares. I’m happy when a message I’ve posted helps somebody, but in truth, I started it to help myself.
I started the memes last fall when my mother was having some serious health issues. She was hospitalized three times and spent three months in a skilled nursing home. Just when she got one problem licked, something else would occur. Besides the worry, managing her affairs in her absence while trying to do all my normal stuff stressed me out. She is home now and doing exceptionally well. Far, far better than I ever thought she would. It happened in the nick of time, because I was about to crack.
Because I’m an author, I’m on Facebook a lot. I have more than 2,500 “friends,” which is way more than what anybody has in “real life.” I probably see hundreds of posts in a day. Due to sheer numbers, Facebook is a magnifier. In real life, I might know one or two people facing hard times. On Facebook, there are dozens, scores, every single day. Somebody–multiple somebodies–is always being diagnosed with a serious health condition, or has a loved one die, or has a sick kid, or lost a job. And they post about it–as I did about my mother. They need to vent, they need the support. But it means I hear bad news daily. Day after day.
At the same time that my mother was ill, the election was occurring, and you know how much negativity that generated (and continues to generate), which was increased by the Facebook multiplier of multitudes expressing their opinions and attacking those who disagreed with their position.
Add to that, all the normal complaints, bitching, snark, resentments. Once I’d posted that I’d had a good hair day. Someone made a comment to the effect of “how lucky you are to have hair when mine is falling out.” Really? Really? Do you have to rain on my good hair day?
Because of what was occurring in my personal life, I felt the effects of the negativity acutely. Another time, it would have rolled off, but during that period it added to my stress. I decided to counteract the negative with some positive. For years, I’d been collecting inspiring and motivating quotes on Pinterest, and I started posting those. Initially, I started with the ones that were personally meaningful, but as friends responded, I started including memes that I thought would resonate with them.
It’s so easy to be negative. So easy to complain, to make a snarky comment. Being positive, being a cheerleader is much harder. Some people are dealing with terrible tragedies and hardship. Some get way more than their fair share of shit. Their problems are real, and no happy saying will fix things for them. But most of the stuff we complain about isn’t that serious in the long run. I’m not perfect; I do my share of complaining, but I since I started the meme, I’m more conscious of what I put out there. I want to avoid contributing to the negativity.
So I post my memes and try not react to the negativity I see.
I’m a little tiny fish swimming upstream.
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I’m Starr Elizabeth Connor. Earth’s government falsely convicted me of a crime, packed me on a ship with other female felons, and sent us to Dakon, a primitive, frozen wasteland of a planet. Why? Earth needs minerals, and Dakon is desperate for females.
But I’m no barbarian’s ‘mail order bride,’ even if he is super tall, muscular, and the chief of his tribe. He doesn’t want a BBW blonde, either–it’s written all over his chiseled face. He’ll be truly angry if he ever learns what my ‘crime’ was.
I am Torg. I have waited 34 rotations for a mate of my own. With this shipment, I was sure to get a fine, sturdy mate who’ll bear me many daughters. Instead, I receive a small, curvy, pale-haired female who looks at me with anger and fear.
It is only when we ‘kiss’ that I believe things may work out between us. But I’m hearing rumors that Starr and her shipmates are law-breakers. To survive, Dakonians must obey all laws … or be exiled into the frozen wasteland. Just when I have found her, will I have to send my mate to die?
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