"Mom, I need help."
My daughter's voice came through loud and clear on the bluetooth speaker in my car. My stomach dropped. This was not the phone call I usually received from her.
"What's wrong?" I asked, ready to whip the car around to go rescue her from whatever tragedy she faced.
"My positivity bubble is bursting."
I released the breath I didn't realize I was holding. Thank goodness.
I kept driving.
"Everyone here at work is in such a bad mood. I got yelled at twice already and I don't even know what I did. I'm trying to be positive, but it's just so hard when everyone is so....crabby."
My daughter is a cashier at a local store. It hasn't been easy going for her. There has been a lot of turn over (two people quit the day she called me) and despite the store manager's call for 'positive teamwork', there hasn't been much of that.
"Well..." I began giving my daughter some of my positive words of wisdom: The only person you can control is yourself; Find something good and focus on that; It's 90 degrees out and everyone is a bit cranky; and finally -- Remember that you are making $100 for working today. (The money one would surely stick with her.)
We chatted for a few more minutes, her spirit uplifted a bit, and she went back to work.
I pondered a few things as we drove on:
1. My daughter reached out to me in her time of distress. I am grateful that she feels that she can do this. I am grateful for our continued closeness, even into her late teenage years.
2. My positive outlook has apparently rubbed off some on her. She's been listening.
3. She recognizes how important attitude is to creating your reality and how your attitude affects others. She was trying to be positive and upbeat, but everyone's "crabbiness" was making it difficult. Maybe (maybe!) she will remember this when she is in a crabby mood.
She came home from work that night in a pretty good mood. Apparently, she was able to re-inflate her positivity bubble.