For the most part, I am a happy, positive person, (hypochondria aside), but every once in a while, I get a bad case of the snarks.
You know, those days when every little thing rubs the wrong way. You read something that sets your teeth to grinding. Someone does something that particularly offends, and everybody is standing on that last, frayed, nerve.
And you go on Facebook and see all kinds of positive, motivating memes and this leads to a mind numbing experience as your eardrums burst from screaming inside your head.
Instead of fighting it off in an attempt to seem upbeat and enlightened, the next time the Snark pays a visit, welcome it in, hear what it’s saying, and let him stay awhile before moving on.
We can’t be 100% positive, happy, go-lucky people 100% of the time.
Snarks have a way of revealing some much needed, inner core work that Pilates can never touch.
When the Snark drops in, it’s a good idea to pay it some attention before it’s older brother makes himself known… His name is Rage.
What does the Snark say to you?