I’m going to take a blog break for a couple of weeks over the summer, starting after this post. This is the first break I’ve taken since I started in 2015, so I don’t feel guilty at all. I’m going to leave you with a thought, something you can mull over while I’m off-line, and then we’ll pick up with business as usual in a couple of weeks. OK? Good.
The thought is this: you are contagious.
Don’t worry. So am I.
Have you ever met someone who seems only too keen to infect you with whatever mindset they’re carrying? Someone who is, for example, particularly anxious about their life, and when you talk with them they begin to try and pass it on to you? I’m not talking about them trying to make you anxious about their life, but rather them trying to make you anxious about your own life. So you’re telling them about what’s going on for you, and they begin to tell you all the things that you should be worrying about. They want you to think about your own life in the way they think about theirs. It’s like they have more anxiety in them than can be contained by one person, and it’s itching to jump into your head.
The thing is, they can’t help it. We all do it, without thinking most of the time. We’re all contagious. Each of us meanders through life, bumping off one another like pebbles in a tumble dryer and what we carry in us rubs off on others.
So think about that. You are contagious; that’s inescapable. What you can choose, however, is what you want to infect others with.
Anxiety or hope? Sorrow or joy? Conflict or peace?
It’s up to you.
