The sludge of negativity

Right after I wrote my last blog post about life being easy, I spent some time with someone and found myself getting caught in the quicksand of their negativity.

After listening to them speak for five hours straight about how hard life is I found myself falling into a trance.

All trace of the positive feelings about life that I normally carry in my cells got sucked out of my body. During this person’s 5-hour negative rant, I couldn’t even find it within me to utter a peep in defense of the beauty of living. It was like I got sucked into a negative vortex and could not, for the life of me, get out.

Even now, a few days later, I find I’m still reeling from experiencing that heavy dose of concentrated negativity.

I spent a lot of time calling many of my friends and telling them (in great detail) about this negative experience. That didn’t help me release any of the negativity–in fact I’m sure it made it worse. In my telling the story about this negative person, I was (obviously) being really negative myself. It was like this dark, goopy sludge got slapped onto me and then I slapped it onto others through simply telling them about it.

So I stopped making calls. Because talking about it was not helping me or others.

Tonight I’ve been trying to do some methods to release this sludge-like negativity that has grabbed hold of my spirit.

I went to Cattlemens Restaurant and ate a hearty chicken dinner with lots of warm french bread and butter and salad with blue cheese dressing. I started a fire in my fireplace. I lit my sage and saged myself. I did some deep breathing.

I’m still mired in it.

Hopefully after a hot tub and a good night’s sleep I’ll be free of it.

And if not I’ll try not to get the sludge on you or anyone else.