I don’t care what anyone says. I feel the way I feel and I'm just going to let it (the Sadness) be (because, like flowers and grass, it wants to exist...).

Experience has taught me that talking myself out of feelings with smarmy affirmations about the goodness of the universe is about as helpful as telling a four-year-old that it's OK that his parents are getting a bitter divorce because his father drinks too much and his mother has deep unconscious rage because "God has a plan (...to make your life really #$* hard)!" or whatever platitude you have on your fridge underneath the apple pie magnet...

The point is this: affirmations are dangerous (maybe more dangerous than cigarettes...but there aren't any studies to prove it...yet!).

I have an intense bias against affirmations. The one time in my life that I gave someone the bird while driving came after a meditation in which I said "I'm willing to give and receive love..." while outstretching my arms 27 times (it proved more useful as an aerobic exercise than anything else)! It was just way too much positivity for me and I became a danger to society. Which is why I find most spiritual people (priests, yoga instructors, airy fairy hippies who sleep on mats) kind of frightening because while their anger (and they have to have some othewise why would they see the need for peace?) has to go someplace...we just don't know where...

The second point is this: I am sad.

No affirmations. No therapy session (um...actually, that's not true...not at this moment, though). I need to cry and then I need to meet my hug quota for the day (8-10...preferably 10) and then I need some coffee (it's been 8 days of abstinence!...freakin' bladder infection...)

Just for today, I accept my sadness.