My whole force has been directed towards dragging my sorry butt into positive thinking and ditching negativity. I envision a play that one of my classmates directed in high school. My son found it online once; I cannot recall its name or author. I do remember a line uttered by my friend Terry Lemkuhl as a washer woman in the round robin of dialogue. The character before hers said, “You’ve got to accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative, and latch on to some — ” and Terry bellowed out, “Flies, flies, flies!” The audience doubled over with laughter. So that’s how it stands, at the end of the eighteenth month in My Year Without Complaining.
Jettison the negative! Latch onto the positive! Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead! No complaining, there, mateys! Suck it up, buttercup! Launching in ten, nine, eight. . .