It all began in Mid-May of 2014. I arrived home from a wonderful vacation to find a letter. That letter opened up a Pandora’s Box of problems and consequences. I remember just as clearly the day I “lost it”. It was the end of June. The previous six weeks had been a roller coaster as wave after wave of emotions swamped my life.
I was doing what I usually do on a Friday morning and checking my bank account. I couldn’t log in. I tried again and again and was now locked out. They locked me out! They took my money! (projecting, projecting). The frustrations had finally reached a boiling point and I began to cry and yell. My boyfriend came in to my office. He has been getting ready to leave on a weekend trip with his son – a father/son birthday trip. He asked what was wrong and I just couldn’t even make rational sense. He stood there helpless as I ranted and raved like a crazy lady! I collected myself enough to get in to my account, find out everything was okay and send him off on his trip.
I don’t know how I got through work that day. My mind was definitely not on the job. When I got home I began cleaning and planning and plotting. (That was the day I spent hours searching for communes on the Internet!) I cleaned myself into exhaustion and fell into a fitful sleep.
The next morning when I woke up I took my coffee out onto our back porch. And there is was – the first sunflower! It was big and bright and beautiful! I grabbed my phone, snapped a picture and sent it to my boyfriends phone.
That is when it hit me! There was still joy and beauty and hope and love. I could not, would not let this situation overtake my life and steal my joy. At that moment I made a vow that every single day I would find at least ONE thing that was positive. Even on my worst day – and there were plenty more to come – I would look for something good, something positive, something uplifting, something happy! Maybe it would turn my life around.
I could keep it up for a few days but then something would happen and I would fall off track. I decided that the only way I could sustain it was to write it down! I didn’t want to get into journaling because I tended to go to the dark side. But I was great at making lists! And a list would be easy to review and recall. Making a list wouldn’t take any time at all!
And so The One Little Thing Project was born.