Positive thinking is taking that moment when it’s its 3:45 am, and the dog is pacing in the hall and thinking:
Whee! I have lots of time to write today
instead of thinking
Shit. Another day: short of sleep, with only a tiny fragment of time to chase the dream, and then it’s off to work–then bills–then laundry–and the evening gauntlet of activities; only to be followed winter, and growing old, and finally death.
And then I remember: donuts!