the perk (the return!?) #34

For those of you who haven’t been following this blog for five years or something like that, please allow me to explain this post.

Once upon a time, I tried to train myself to think more positively. (As you can tell from my recent posts, I failed spectacularly.) One of the ways I worked on this was to post at least one good thing that happened during the week. I called it the “weekly perk” because a perk is something good and because it’s a word associated with coffee (my true love). And let’s be real—any word even remotely related to “perky” in reference to myself is hilarious.


As seen on my kitchen wall.

However, once upon a time six months later, I began stressing out over finding something good each week so the chain broke. BUT! I brought it back as simply “the perk” so I could post whenever I had something good to say, but without the pressure of coming up with a perk every week. It’s pretty counterproductive if training myself to see something good turns into something bad, you know?

I think weekly perk #24 sums it up perfectly. You should read that. I’ll wait. . . . . .

Done? Cool.

I’m still not sure there’s any real benefit to me in posting these perks. If I’m trying to train myself to see things more positively, then the true perk should be when I manage to see something potentially bad (or definitely bad) in a positive light. Look on the bright side, if you will. (Damn, that is so not me.) Or maybe they should be good thoughts I have about myself. (Working on it.) These perky things should not be random good things that happen by chance. They should be good things that happen inside me.

Of course, those things are rare. But the whole point is to make them less rare. Right? Right.

So here is my stupid not-sure-if-it’s-the-right-kind-of-perk for today:

A met someone online who has become a good friend to me in a very short time. (Thank you, GP… again.) He listens (well, he reads), he asks questions, and if I’m not mistaken (and I’m not), he cares. He is a perk (does that sound dirty? no? just me? okay), but that’s not where I was going with this.

The other day, he asked me to tell him three things I like about myself. (He asked me to write them down, not necessarily tell him, but I told him anyway.) One of the things I said was, “I’m having a good hair day.” I know, it’s ridiculous. But something good came out of that.

Every morning, when I’ve done [very little to] my hair, I look in the mirror and assess whether or not it’s a good hair day. When it is, I smile. And even when it’s not (like today), I smile. I don’t even know why. I have no idea what this means. But me smiling at myself on a bad hair day seems kinda perky. And mildly disturbing.


    
And here we have two fine examples of the human form of “perk”.



p.s. — Perky is not for the weak. Which is why I’m not perky. ☼

         
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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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10 Responses to the perk (the return!?) #34

  1. Ooooo I love this idea!! Im glad that its back 😊😊

    Liked by 1 person

  2. M says:

    The Perk is back!💜

    Liked by 1 person

  3. mydangblog says:

    Your new friend definitely sounds like a perk–glad he’s getting you to find things about yourself that you like:-)

    Liked by 1 person

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