Negativity River

This morning, the alarm went off again and it was dark again. I had a sore throat and headache and wanted to complain again about how I'm not winning in life.
 Before I got to my alarm, I decided not to jump into "Negativity River" again.
Like the subject of Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" I decided to take the road less traveled by (by me, anyway) and give my well worn negativity boat a rest.
 My positive mental calisthenics landed me the idea that I could indeed, succeed in winning the heart of my wife again before I made the 600 steps to our house. I tucked a positive note in my wife's lunch bag before she headed off to her job.
 I still had a headache, but I didn't have a mental or emotional headache. At least not this day.
 You see,  my decision not to swim down Negativity River was a 24 hour one.
 I won't complain or tell bad things to myself until tomorrow morning... when my alarm goes off and I again make a decision whether or not to avoid Negativity River.
 So far, it looks like I'm outta those murky waters for another 24 hours minimum.

Robert Frost (1874–1963).  Mountain Interval.  1920.

1. The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;         5 Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,         10 And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.         15 I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.         20