I Will Not Participate in a Recession

I turned off my radio this morning, rethought it, and switched the station. I am a avid listener of news radio, I don't watch TV so this little bit of media is how I stay connected to the world. I'm beginning to think it's better to stay totally blissfully unaware. How many times can I listen to a monotone voice tell me that the economy is troubled? As I listen further, the details of every reason for our current situation unfolds followed by a grim forecast of a potential double dip recession. Then comes the commentators, people calling in with heartbreaking stories of loss, stress and total lack of faith that this thing will get better. As I sit with my morning coffee, the joy of my one allowed cup is sucked out of me. I cant enjoy the new delicious creamer I bought when I'm preoccupied with the prospect of total financial oblivion, I cant savor this treat that I look forward to every night before I go to bed. My one daily cup ritual is overshadowed by doom. The voices in the box tell me that all is lost and will not recover any time soon, that time will only make this worse. Our old friend time, abandoning us in a unusual way, don't all things get better with time? I've always believed that old adage but these voices are starting to convince me that there is little to look forward to.

I can feel the shadow looming over me, the clouds have just covered my personal sunshine and I begin to sink into the dark hole that we are all swimming in.

Then I decide to change the station. Laughter rolls out of the radio in waves that seem to heal me, its the local gal who openly discusses her tendency to be a lush which is something I can relate to. She is occasionally a wino and we have that in common, I can listen to this mindless chatter with out it being absorbed into my brain and turned into lingering negativity. I can choose to avoid the economy blues. My day just got a little brighter! Not to say I won't spend the rest of the day hoping my phone rings and my clients haven't completely abandoned me, after all I need money too and my bank account reminds me of another old saying....the cup is half empty. I find that all I can do is stay proactive, believe, hope, find a outlet.

Anything to avoid the mass mentality, the accumulative perception of the bed we are lying in and what lies before us. If I join this dreaded mindset the resulting anxiety will eat me up, I'd rather know in my heart that everything will be ok. At least for myself and the people I love, we will get through this. It will make us stronger. When the good times return I will be rolling in mountains of mooola, my business has so much potential. I just need to ride this out and I'm going to do it with gumption, grace and thoughts that don't make me feel that all is lost. It isn't, and never will be.